I Don’t Wanna Be Sedated: The Fear of Going Under

Last week, I had six teeth yanked (or cut!) out of my mouth. I’ll wait for you to stop screaming. Finshed? Alright, so as I was saying, I had major oral surgery last week. The whole thing was quite a surprise, really. I knew that my wisdom teeth, of which I had the misfortune to house SIX of rather than the typical four or fewer, were going to have to come out eventaully, lest they stage mouth mutiny and push all my other teeth out. I was planning on having them removed in a few months’ time, when I was on the second half of my summer break, but a pesky infection made it necessary for me to have what was essentially emergency surgery. Read More I Don’t Wanna Be Sedated: The Fear of Going Under

Cancer Sucks: The Surgery

I was SO glad it was only 48 hours between my appointment with the oncologist and the surgery. I was as nervous as a cat and couldn’t concentrate on anything.  Read More Cancer Sucks: The Surgery