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I'm still a little loopy from all the drugs. Apparently I was pretty funny when talking to the oral surgeon.

Alan says the guy was amazing, just in the way he talked to me. They went to great lengths to keep me calm, and they let Alan hold my hand as they put me under. Once they finished pulling my teeth, the brought Alan back in to make it seem as if he had never left. It's the little things, really.

I'm angry the evil dentist didn't tell me the right wisdom tooth was impacted and a potential disaster. The new doctor talked everything over with me very calmly, and it made sense to just take them all out at once. Right now I'm considering making a complaint to the state board about the dentist and the office that treated me so horribly. Who the hell thinks it is okay to pull out the teeth of a phobic, terrified patient without any kind of sedation and just a couple shots to the jaw? That valium did jack shit, by the way.

Alan made me a coffee vanilla latte smoothie. It was divine. I think it might be okay.