I had to come home to get my wisdom teeth out last week. Overall, I would say the experience was not bad at all. I recovered within 48 hours and now just have to avoid nuts and popcorn and things of this nature for ages. The only reason I’m posting this is because apparently when I had become conscious after the procedure, I was quite the little talker.

They had moved me into a very small recovery room and my mom was sitting in the corner.

Me: Mom, I seem to be in some sort of small room.
Mom: Yes, you’re in the recovery room.
Me: But it’s a really small recovery room right?
Mom: Yes
Me: And it’s not the room I was in before, right?
Mom: Right.

I drifted back to sleep then. Fast forward like two minutes. I wake up and notice that in the corner of the room there is a security camera.

Me:Mom, there is a camera in the corner
Mom: I know
(my mom comes over and sits on the side of the bed to see how I’m doing)
Me: Mom, don’t say anything. They’re recording us.
Mom: It’s OK
Me: Seriously, they’re recording every word we’re saying. Don’t say anything.

A few minutes later the nurse came in and was telling me/my mom what I had to do and not do over the next couple of weeks. Apparently I was cognizant enough to make a self-deprecating comment about myself.

Nurse: OK, you can’t do any heavy exercise or weight lifting for a few days.
Me: I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not really the exercise type (patting my stomach and putting “exercise type” in air quotes, all while barely conscious.)

Then they had me walk out to the car, but hold on to my mom’s shoulder. Now, I don’t know if you know my mom, but she is like 5’4 and a tiny little thing. I told them the only thing she would be able to do if I fell was fall with me.

I didn’t fall.