Anyone seen the tooth fairy? in OD

Normally, when I see 6am, it’s because I haven’t slept. So, waking up at that time is unusual.

I took my tablet with a sip of water, got dressed, rolled some cigarettes and headed out with Willy Wonka’s introduction playing on my mp3 player.

I thought it would take me an hour to walk to the hospital, but it only took half that time. So I was earlier than I expected to be. I did spot this rather cool shop sign on the way:

While I waited for Nikki to turn up I wandered down to where the college I used to go to was. It’s now completely gone :¬(

Nikki turned up at about half 7 and we headed to the ward. The reception wasn’t even open so I went and found someone to tell them I was there.

Back to the reception area where we sat and talked about all sorts of things. I saw this and just had to take a picture:

At about 8:20, 20 minutes after I was supposed to be there they remembered me and I had a chat to the anaesthesiologist. Back to the reception and more waiting. I later found out that they thought they might have to cancel as there was a shortage of beds.

Into another room, got weighed (I weigh 11 stone), answered a few questions, took off my necklaces and took out my tongue piercing and got changed into my lovely gown and plastic undies. Finally they had a bed for me.

Went to the ward, put my clothes in the locker, fired up my laptop so Nikki could watch videos while she waited for me. She had to go because she couldn’t wait on the ward. I then walked, looking like a numpty in my gown and boots, to pre-op. On the way passed quite a few murals. Disney, The Simpsons, Star Wars and Dr Who! (Though they may want to update that one as it’s the 10th Doctor.)

Answered the same questions again, had the dots for them to hook me up to a machine and then to the theatre.

It was here that the anaesthesiologist told me about the op almost being cancelled. He put the thing into my hand for pumping me full of ‘lovely drugs’ (his words) and that’s all I can remember.

Until I woke up in the recovery room. I had a couple of pads in my mouth and my throat felt as if someone had looked at the Sahara desert and decided that what it really needed was less moisture.

(Side note: I really, really, REALLY cannot abide having a dry throat. A dry mouth I can live with, but not my throat. I can’t explain it either.)

The dentist who did the op came in to see me and told me that they had to remove one tooth they thought they could save. So, 9 teeth out in total. I was in the recovery room for about half an hour (I think. For some reason they had covered the clock with a piece of paper) and then back to the ward.

By 1pm, I was ready to go. The only feeling I had was as if I was slightly pissed. But I had to wait. Eventually they gave me some water but I was still bored, having left my book in my bag which Nikki had. Eventually someone on the ward lent me a paper to read.

Then Nikki turned up, it being visiting time on the ward. We sat and chatted for a while then she went to find out how soon I could leave. She was told I could get dressed so I asked for my piercing and went to the toilet to put it back in. While there I noticed something strange. I could understand the body wash beside the sink, but the shampoo and conditioner?

Back to my bed and finally I was given a discharge letter and told I could go. Got dressed and left. I was planning to take the straw I was using to use later on, but I forgot. So to the shop in the hospital we went. They didn’t have any straws to buy but the person behind the counter gave me one of the slush puppy straws to use. Yay!

Into the taxi and back to Nikki’s.

Couple more pics:

The ‘L’ on the back of my left hand (not that I need to).

Face!

Will