I WANT TO EAT A NUT OF LAERMA!

HOW WAS MY DENTAL WORK LIKE LAST WEEK'S STRONG BAD E-MAIL?

I didn't go on any "trips" while I was under the general anesthesia. I'm almost disappointed. I remember the lurid, halluciogenic dreams I had when I had my operation when I was 4½ years old, and, while they were terrifying to me then, I was thinking that I might have good visions now that I'm old enough to know what's going on and could prepare my brain in advance by thinking about something as I'm drifting off.

The anesthetic was in a jumbo/LARGE IV bag, administered through a drip needle placed on the back of my left hand. I had great hopes that I'd find myself opening my eyes on the island of Lost, telling everyone things that are so obvious that I wonder why they haven't figured them out yet (like how "Henry Gale" is really a rejuvenated Alvar Hanzo... at least according to online theories, I have no inside spoilers for the third season) and then finding out that Lost is real and all my memories of Montreal and Ottawa were implanted by the Dharma Initiative. Or, maybe, I could be riding an elephant in the jungles of Kerala or Chiang Rai. Or tear a Ferrari 355 around the Fiorano test track in Maranello, Italy. Or, perhaps, I could chat with the recently-departed, like my uncle Peter or the stingray'd Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin (since I'm someone who does believe in ghosts to some degree and that they can be seen when you're in a semi-conscious state). But... eh... nothing happened. The dental nurse, after checking my blood pressure and heart rate, stuck the needle in my wrist, I started to feel all floaty, and then, I just blacked out, no dreams or hallucinations, and the next thing I knew was that I was being wheeled in a wheelchair to the recovery room. It was a total textbook tooth extraction without complications. I didn't feel any pain after the freezing wore off, and I have hardly had to use the Tylenol Codeine painkillers I was prescribed. Much better than the previous times I've had dental surgery.

Even after the surgery, I still felt up for getting a Big Mac meal from the drive-thru at Merivale McDonald's. I ate the fries while my mother was getting the prescription drugs at the Shopper's Drug Mart in Merivale Mall, and I just "vegged" on the couch at home eating the Big Mac while searching, in vain, for a Lost rerun. (Why the hell didn't either ABC or CTV show it this summer? I was hoping to re-watch the season to catch everything I missed.)

I was groggy for most of last Wednesday evening, but, by midnight, I was feeling back to normal, though I still felt a bit out of sorts on Thursday.

posted by Steve Brandon @ 8:14 PM