I'm not even going to lie, I was terrified. I made my mom schedule the appointment for the Friday after Christmas because I didn't even want to think about it until after the holidays...then I worried about it for the whole day Thursday. It was at 7:45 in the morning which meant I had to be up by 6:30. I didn't go to bed until 3:00 a.m. because I was so nervous. I even started crying in the waiting room, dreading every second that ticked by as I listened for my name to be called. Looking back, I'm really not sure how my mom was able to keep a straight face as she sat beside her mess of a daughter.

The reason for my worry wasn't even the procedure itself. I was terrified of the IV. I was going to be put under intravenous sedation. That means that they will administer the sedative drugs through an IV. You see, I have an irrational fear of needles and I turn into a screaming toddler whenever a doctor pulls one out in front of me so this IV thing was getting me all worked up.

A nurse finally came out and called my name. She looked very friendly and she had a really bright smile on her face — I was so anxious, none of that even mattered. She took me back to the room and tried calming me down. Didn't work. They tried laughing gas. No effect. The nurse told me she was going to go ahead and get the IV over with which made me jump every time she touched my arm. My eyes were screwed shut so I didn't see what the nurse was doing. I just remember my arm getting really cold in the bend of the elbow. The nurse was numbing it to lessen the prick, I guess, but I still jumped when she tried to stick me. She missed the vein and had to try again. Once they got it in me though it was no sweat. I relaxed a little. The doctor came in and asked how I was. I told him I was alright as if my whole freak out two minutes prior had never happened.

Then they started the IV drip. I don't know what exactly they started with specifically, but my vision got a little swirly, like a Van Gogh painting, and then I was out. The very next thing I remembered was sitting in the passenger seat of my mom's car on our way home, my mouth stuffed to the brim with gauze. I had a very brief remnant of a memory sometime before that where I was being helped into a blue armchair, but that was about all I could remember, and even now it feels like a dream. I was completely blown away by the whole loss of time while under the drug. I've never experienced anything like it and I'm not sure if I would enjoy it or not if I were to experience it again. It would probably depend on the context.

Overall, I'd rate this surgery a solid 10 out of 10.

It was probably the easiest and least painful surgery I will ever have to experience. Mom was rather disappointed with the fact that I didn't blabber my incoherent thoughts out while I was recovering. I was also surprised I didn't say anything dumb. Apparently, I didn't utter a single word and just stared out into space looking exhausted, or so my mom told me. So, unfortunately, there were no opportunities for my mom to take a video, which meant no mass Facebook embarrassment for me. Thank God.

Long story short, if you or someone you know are worried about the wisdom teeth thing like I was, I'm here to tell you that it's really no big deal.

Don't get too worked up about the surgery itself. Yeah, it sucks a little afterward because you can't eat anything (you'll want to eradicate potatoes from the face of the Earth after eating so many) and you can't use straws unless you want a dry socket (trust me, you really don't), but after about a week, you're back to your normal food-devouring self. So don't sweat it and get it over with!