Wisdom Teeth Nightmare

On the night of July 29th, I was not a happy person. It was the only night this summer that

I had to go home early to wake up the next morning for my 8:00 appointment with the oral

surgeon. What made me even more mad is that I had to sit at home and “heal” for the next couple

of days, so I thought. I had no idea of all of the problems I would have for the next month.

I rolled out of bed the next morning around ten til eight, smoked a cigarette, and got in the

car. I did not even change out of my pajamas. As we drove to the appointment, I noticed all of

the cars out. I had not been up this early in over two months, and I tend to forget that the world is

alive at this hour. We got to the hospital and I smoked the last cigarette I was going to be able to

smoke for the next few days. I was happy that I only had to sit in the waiting room for five

minutes before they called me back. I sat in the chair, and the nur...