I started crying as soon as I left the waiting room, and kept crying despite the "laughing gas." It took a little edge off and the IV was not as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't count down from 100 and I woke up really confused-- I even think I was wimpering.
I've watched many chick-flicks, had pain medicine, and even enjoyed a special treat of a chocolate milk shake from Coldstone from Morgan. I've been desperately icing my face to prevent swelling and am ready to recover. I need to also add that I have the best mom in the world, she has been absolutely awesome!
