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I was put under.
But... I woke up.
In the middle.
To the sound of a jackhammer.
And the vibration of my head.
As they chipped pieces of tooth off my jawbone.
And I saw them coming out.
But... I couldn't move except my eyes.


I hate the dentist.

Other times I've been put under, apparently I'm quite entertaining. I giggle. A lot. More than usual. And usually I'm right. No matter what the statment, I am right. I've argued with every Recovery nurse I've ever been around. It's hilarious.

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