Surgery

your glassy eyes betray you

Had four of my wisdom teeth removed on friday. Just before i went into the operating theater, the nurses wheeled out this rather old bloke who was tearing and wailing, going on and on about the pain.

After that pleasant introduction to the bloody affairs to come, they brought me into the room. They fed me the nitrous oxide, and for awhile it felt great, like somewhere between getting impossibly high and dying. Then i blacked out and had strange dreams.

I awoke slowly to the sound of the nurse calling my name , and saw a detached wave of pain slowly make its way towards me and become mine in the few moments of limbo it takes you to remember who are. After that it was hard to breathe with all the blood going down my nose and throat. The bruises on my face and lips the surgeon smilingly told me, were cos his team decided to have a square go at my face when i was knocked for the fuck of it.

Went home and tried to eat but everything tasted like blood and pain. Took painkillers and went to bed. When i awoke the next day the pain had lessened alot but then i looked in the mirror and saw that the lower side of my face had swollen to ridiculous proportions. Its the day after the day after and i still look like i walked off the set of the nutty professor. its 8 pm now and getting dark i think a man of deformity such as myself can now risk making a trip to cold storage for cigarettes.