I am one of the few people I know who had their wisdom teeth pulled without anesthesia. I imagine it was because my mom couldn't afford it. I do remember the 17 shots of novocaine. I'm also not complaining, anesthesia makes me incredibly sick, which is a very. bad. thing. after a c-section.

I had laughing gas with my wisdom teeth. The doc kept reminding me to breathe through my nose.

I've never been completely out, just in twilight land. I vaguely remember being chatty during the C-section, once they'd numbed out the hideous neck cramp that had me caterwauling.

I'm sorry Grace was rage-y but so glad she's now chill and the doctor is happy so far!

ION: Today I went upstairs to meet with the person whose position I'm moving into, because she's being moved to her new position a week ahead of schedule so now we've lost a week of prep and transition time. She said she'd be in at 8:30, but when I went up there a little after 9 she hadn't arrived yet so I had to come back down. As I came back in, Rage Nurse said brightly, "You were in an awful hurry to get up there! You're just happy about all this, aren't you?"

What the fuck was I supposed to respond?

Yes, of course I'm just happy, because it'll be nice for a change to go in to work and not feel inadequate, useless and toxic and like I'd be doing everyone a favor if I just jumped off a bridge.

Yes, of course I'm just happy, because you are unkind and small and it makes me ill to share office space with you.

Yes, of course I'm just happy, because you are bitter and poisonous and have a heart the size of a caraway seed, and moving up there makes me just that much less likely to someday be convicted of workplace homicide.

Two more days, and that's IT.

JZ, in your position I would have replied, "Yes, yes I am!" in as cheery a tone as possible, and then not said anything else. Maybe work on spending the rest of the day in as an obnoxiously cheerful mood as possible, even if I was faking it. Because I bet that would drive RageNurse insane.

Perhaps you could whistle and sing while you work, JZ, while occasionally saying, "I should pack some more stuff up, because I'm MOVING UPSTAIRS!" and skipping a few steps.

I had my wisdom teeth out with novacaine, but back then it wasn't particularly common to put someone under unless the teeth were impacted. I had trouble with the first one, which wouldn't stop bleeding, and I couldn't sleep, so I went down the dorm hall looking for something to read. A friend said, "I have the perfect book for you" and handed me Dracula, which I read with the taste of blood.

I am one of the few people I know who had their wisdom teeth pulled without anesthesia. I imagine it was because my mom couldn't afford it. I do remember the 17 shots of novocaine. I'm also not complaining, anesthesia makes me incredibly sick, which is a very. bad. thing. after a c-section.

Me! Me!

I didn't want to deal with the anesthesia. Some Buffistas may remember my extraction and the pictures of me with my swollen face. It was disturbingly Jackie O.

smonster, insent to your profile addy.

I was knocked out for my wisdom tooth removal. I woke up in mid-babble about something biology class-related (parasympathetic nerves, I think). A couple of years later the dental surgeon was accused of molesting his patients while they were under anesthesia. He wasn't convicted.

Eesh, Calli.

I was under general anesthesia with my wisdom teeth, BUT I DID NOT FALL ASLEEP UNTIL THE END. That is, I was totally aware of what they were doing and I wanted to scream STOP, but I was paralyzed. Then I woke up very angry in the recovery room.

I am a little afraid to have any other surgery because of this. It also takes about 45 minutes for novacain to take effect (and about 3 hours for advil). My body, it is weird.

She smacked/punched Katie so hard that there was an audible gasp among the staff.

Awww, poor Katie. Always keep your guard up around babies and toddlers, that's my motto.

EM didn't follow this advice which is why she wound up with a black eye.

Matilda seems to be better. I suspect her barfing yesterday was either her runny nose making her belly too full of ick, or a coughing fit gone awry.

We went out this morning and ate at Zazie. She told the waitress she wanted to work there, which brought the floor manager over to our table to inquire about her references. She ate a large buttermilk pancake without incident, so I think she's fine for school tomorrow.

We did some xmas shopping on Haight Street and she complained bitterly that I was buying things for JZ and Emmett and nothing for her.

"Why do you keep buying things not for me?!"

Another important Matilda query, very plaintively stated, "Daddy, when I get older will you buy me a rubber chicken?"