I have only had two wisdom teeth removed, at age fifteen, and not at the same time- the dental surgeon really tried to push that one, to have them all taken out at once, but my father and I steadfastly refused. No way was I going without solid food for a week or more.
Anyway, the bad one was one wisdom tooth that had gotten caught on another tooth, and had subsequently stopped that tooth from coming up all the way. In my infinite genius, I decided to opt out of the knockout drug, mostly because it kinda freaked me out, and go for novocaine instead. What I did not know at the time was that dental surgeons are more like coal miners than true dentists. After having five or six shots of novocaine, not injected, but jammed, into my jaw, I knew this was going to be nasty. There was no pain, of course, but there was a horrible feeling of pressure, as the doctor wrenched one tooth into place, and had to pull like hell to tear the wisdom tooth loose; plus, kept feeling sick, so I would start taking deep breaths, but then the doctor and nurses would yell (well, not quite yell, but you get the point) "You're hyperventilating, you're hyperventilating, you're hyperventilating" until I stopped- but then I would get sick again!
The surgery was very nasty, and when combined with having not eaten anything all day, I went into shock on the way home, and vomited the half-cup or so of water I had drunk for breakfast onto the floor of my father's truck. Normally, this would not be a good thing to do, but considering my current state, and having had many dental surgeries himself, he let it slide.
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