I got the last two extractions done today, for 1 and 32. I'm down to 28 teeth now.
Sat down in the chair, they put a cuff on me, a sensor on my finger, and oxygen over my nose. The they stuck a board under my arm, and I was told to let my fingers hang loose over the edge. They were going "relax your fingers", and trying to straighten my little finger -- which has been bent for as long as I can remember. I said "uh, that's not going to open" so they were like "oh, okay, pull your hand forward a bit."
Talking too much, cracking jokes that no one understood. Eventually they stick the needle in, and I'm expecting that the next thing I'll know is me standing around staring at my own teeth, like last time. No dice, I'm still aware. Then the ceiling lights start getting blurry, I say so. I add that as I'm not wearing my glasses, that means nothing.
Next thing I know, the light's getting brighter, gj's next to me, and I'm having great difficulty talking. I launch right back into my stupid comments spiel. One of the ladies who works there was nice enough to drive us home when it becamse obvious that I couldn't walk. At least Advil has stopped the pain and I can eat now, unlike last time when the wounds were in 16, 17, and just behind 9 (that's left wisdoms and a supernumerary in the front.)