I had a terrible experience yesterday that I wanted to share about. At 8:30 in the morning I had two impacted wisdom teeth removed. It wasn't bad. My mom made a joke about what I would ask a genie for and I said "pickles". Then we were driving past a house with a lot of dirt, I mumbled about the dirt, so my mom asked what they were doing with all the dirt. "Making a secret lab." What would be in the lab? "Cookies." I do kinda remember lying on the couch and having some wonderful delusions, but I can't remember what they were exactly.
Most the day was fine, I iced my cheek and ate very little; some ice cream, pudding, and applesauce. I had only one Vicodin and I never will again. It made me dizzy and not feel well. That was around four in the afternoon. But by midnight, I was having chills and severe dizziness and nausea. My mom tried calling the doctor's cell phone and he didn't answer. We tried the First Nurse service, but got put on hold. We managed to get a hold of a friend that's a nurse. And we did call First Nurse again. Turns out I was having a bad reaction from the drugs in my system and severely dehydrated. And my doctor called us back and told me to drink fluids to help flush the drugs from my system and if it got worse to take me to the ER. I told my mom that fluids were a no, but she had to get me to drink. I ended up throwing up everything I ate. GROSS! But then I felt fine and we didn't get to sleep until around 2 am.
This is one experience that I will never write about. Never ever never ever.
Glad to be feeling better,