Eep.

Kingdom Hearts amuses the crap outta me and my sisters. We spent just over 5 hours playing it today and couldn't stop laughing. A random Disney/FF character appears from nowhereland and we just... die. It can't be helped. It's like a crossover fanfic on acid. The game also reminds me a lot of Star Fox Adventures, but much more random.

I'm getting my teeth pulled in... 7 hours. I'm not looking forward to that.

My trip over the rainbow bridge and back again.

Ummm... stupid title aside, I got my teeth pulled in Stoney Creek, not in the Niagara region. Although a Clifton Hill dental centre would be funny. You can have your teeth pulled by Dracula, a dinosaur or the world's tallest man.

The truth of the matter behind the title is... well, I'll explain that later.

Mom and I left for the dentist office around 9 in the morning. We came early in case there was an issue about the payment. Thankfully the dental plan preapproval dad worked on the week before he died was fine and all we need to do is cough up $200 dollars. Because we were early, the doctors decided to start early. Wonderful.

For the surgery I decided to be put completely under. The main reason for this was because my late father, I and possibly my sisters had a similar program - our mouths can't be properly frozen. Sections of my mouth will randomly resist freezing. There isn't anything that can be done about it. Our family denist used to use dad and I as "test subjects" when this first happened a few years ago to see what the issue might be. The end result is that I know can be put up to the legal limit of freezing and areas will still feel pain. It's not really as bad as it sounds. I've have 3 fillings done and my father had root canal without proper freezing. The pain isn't life threatening by any means.

In the case of getting four wisdom teeth ripped out at once, I decided to take the safe route and opt to be knocked out. So, the nurse first weighed me. Turns out I have lost weight - over 10 pounds. Hooray for Ryan hall crap caf food! And then I had to go get into the chair, with was fine. Getting hooked up to a billion monitors in said chair wasn't. It's pretty creepy. I've had to be hooked up to machines in the past for astma testing, but I still don't like it. I was hooked up with things going to my chest, nose, left index finger, and right upper arm. As such, when I was bored and waiting for the doctor I decided to try to mess around with the machine by seeing if I could vary my heart rate and blood oxygen levels. Needless to say, I tripped a security alarm in the monitoring device and got snapped at by a nurse. :-\

The doctor arrived and gave me the IV with the happy drugs. Stupid doctor gave it to me in my left arm. I asked him repeatedly to use the right but with no luck. I don't like IVs so I looked over to the side. I was thinking to myself "Dum-dee-dum... why don't they offer this in gas form?" and then...

*poof*

I'm not sure what happened, but I think the drug kicked in. I've never been put under before, but it's a whole lot different than falling asleep.

While being knocked out, I had a dream that I was in a huge wooden room with my dog. Not just any dog, but my pet dog from childhood who died when I was 13. Thus the rainbow bridge comment. Loni, the forementioned dog, was a large inbred shar pei who had the greatest temperament of any dog I've ever known. She let my brothers ride her like a pony for crying aloud. I wish I knew this dream as any deep meaning or if it was the result of the drugs.

At some point I got woken up. I asked what the heck was going on and the nurse explained that everything was done and she helped take me over to a recovery room. I remember trying to walk, but I was still so out of it that I needed to look at the floor and watch my feet to see where they were going. The nurse asked me how I was doing. I mumbled something about having an odd dream. She explained that the drugs sometimes cause that.

I entered the recovery room and crashed onto a bed. I'm not sure what happened next, but my mom woke me up at some point. We had decided to used my debit card to pay the bill, but she didn't know my pin. My mouth was too sore to talk, so I ended up writing the pin in the air. I kid not, my poor brain figured that this would this was the best way to give it. Mom thanked me and the nurses asked what I wanted to do next. I mumbled "Me go sleepie" and crashed out on the bed again.

Everyone did wake me again later on. I'm not sure when this us, but it was sometime around lunch. Mom had been talking to the nurses about the follow-up treatment and I woke up again. Since mom had all my pills from the pharmacy next door and I was up again (barely) the nurses decided to boot us. Mom went to bring the van along and one of them helped me up the stairs. She told me to get in the van slowly, but I just jumped in like I normally. Her response: "Sure, that works too."

Mom drove over to Eastgate and asked if I wanted anything. My response: "The game." I've been wanting Sonic Battle for a long time (had the ROM, wanted the cart), but it's always been out of stock. Eariler I saw a copy at the Eastgate EB, but didn't have the onhand cash for it. Mom went in and it wasn't on the shelf any more. Drat! But she explained the situtation to a store clerk and he went and managed to find another copy in the stock room. Yeah!

So, now I'm home and being a big baby. Well, I look more like a chimpunk than a baby. Yesterday I spent $20 dollars buying soft food for this week so that I eat. Beware my overally large collection of yogurt! Bwawawahahaha! I'm a sucker for berry yogurt, mostly blueberry and blackberry, the latter being a pain in the butt to find. Hopefully James won't eat my lemon-lime jello cups or else I'll be pissed.