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They had to knock me out when I had mine done. I just knew that if I was foggy and saw him coming at me with a scalpel I'd probably try to punch him.
Wasn't bad. Went to sleep. Woke up, higher'n a kite. Thought I was god for awhile. Then thought I was superman, and tried to fly out of the office. Turns out they'd given me a little more than necessary, so I was goofy as hell for an hour or so.
But all in all, being knocked out is the way to go. No pain, no fuss, and I was back on solid food in 24 hours.
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