My Wisdom Teeth Removal: A Surreal Experience

Title: My Wisdom Teeth Removal: A Surreal Experience

When I walked into the dentist's office to get my wisdom teeth removed, I knew it wouldn't be a walk in the park. But nothing could have prepared me for the strange, surreal experience that followed.

It all started with the gas. They put this pig-snouted mask on my face, and I wondered how it would feel. At first, nothing much happened. The gas had a weird smell, but it wasn't unbearable, or even unpleasant. The nerves, though? Those were still very much there, gnawing away at my calm facade. I am an actor, after all. I can usually create or redirect my nerves however I need to fit the situation. Of course, it didn't help that I kept looking around at the trays ominously covered with thin blue towels, their mysterious shapes dipping and rising beneath the cloth. My imagination ran wild, but I tried not to let it get the better of me.

As I lay there, my forehead started to tingle. I wondered if it was the weight of the gas mask pressing down. My nose itched, and I couldn't help but be perplexed by a randan and rather inconvenient surge of feelings.  All the while, the gas left a strange taste in both my nose and mouth.

To distract myself, I focused on the ceiling, pondering how circles could theoretically go on forever. But then again, if the diameter stays the same, is it really going anywhere? It was a random thought, but it was enough to keep me occupied - until my ears started clicking and ringing, filling my head with a surround-sound buzz. My entire body tingled now, teetering on that edge just before you pass out. You know that moment when you're still conscious, but just barely hanging on?

The doctor came in and started asking how I was feeling, and about the IV. that he would be putting in. He was trying to reassure me, saying things I can barely remember now, but all I could think about was how vulnerable I was. If you know me at all, you know I would never describe myself as vulnerable. But, what if something went wrong? My brain was so foggy that I noted them slipping restraints on my arms but I couldn't bring myself to care. I reasoned with myself, thinking, “Well, they probably don't want anyone twitching during the procedure. Maybe it's for safety, just in case.”

But then the thought struck me - if the doctor decided to go all Ramsay Bolton on me, there was absolutely nothing I could do. I was entirely at their mercy, and the scariest part was, I couldn't bring myself to feel anything about it. The thought just floated in my hazy mind, surreal but oddly calm.

I tried to mentally catalog the sequence of events before I slipped into unconsciousness. The IV went in, they said something behind me, the bright light shifted, my arm felt cold … and then nothing.

When I woke up, it was all over. The strange sensations, the bizarre thoughts, they all faded into a distant memory, leaving me to wonder just how much of it was real and how much was the gas playing tricks on my mind. Getting my wisdom teeth removed turned out to be a much weirder experience than I’d ever imagined. But hey, at least the teeth are gone.