Ok, so here's how it went.
Tom drives with me and my mom to the orthodontist people and then leaves shortly after to be late for class. My mom and I have to wait for around an hour for the person in front of us to go. We sit outside and watch this neat parrot until they call her on her cell. Then we walk inside and they take me to the back room and won't allow my mom to until they call her. They take my weight, then sit me down and put two monitors on my chest and one on my ribcage. Then they put on a blood pressure thingie and a pulse thingie in my finger. They let my mom in and then they take my temperature. SHe leaves and they slap a "happy gas" mask on my nose. She tells me to inhale as much as I can. So I guess I do and the heart montior is slowing down so I know I was calming down. Later the doctor lady comes in and they turn down the lights. I tried to hold on as long as I could. She then puts this IV in me and tapes it down then puts my hand on the arm rest. I could feel a chill rising up my arm, it was so damn cold. I was just focusing on the cold and soon I couldn't move my head much so I just stared at the wall. I don't know if I ever closed my eyes. I remember her telling me to open my mouth so she could put the clamp in, but then things just spun away. Seems an instant later I could see again and I tried to get up. The doctor held me down and asked for assistance. I remember a few hands holding me down and I was so confused, I didn't remember where I was. I used all my strength to pick my head up once more and two people forced it back down yelling something at me but I couldn't understand it. I tried to look around but everything was just so confusing and blurry and then I lost it again. I wake up with my glasses and without all the monitors and my mom comes in to lead me to the "recovery room" where I sit on this couch thing and try to collect my sanity. The doctor people all tell me I put up a fight and I tried to say I'm sorry like five times with the gaws in before they finally understood and she told me not to worry about it. My mom and some chick help me to the van and I'm still all high and we go home. Later I realize that someone sliced into my lip and did a shitty stitching job but oh well. My mom thinks its a good thing I fought, because something might happen in the future with rape drugs or something blah blah blah (she's paranoid about rape)
So anyway, here I am, still sore, swelling went down a bit today, I think the stitches in the top two incisions already melted away and I'm wondering if that's bad. I'm scared I opened it up or something, but that's just me being paranoid. My mom's just trying to keep me medicated witch makes me really tired and unable to keep my head up so I'm going to go back in bed and become bored.