I just came back from the wisdom teeth removal procedure. I am still in kind of twilight zone, but while the memory is fresh, I want to share my experience. After all the paperwork, I got a mouthwash, and then sat on the surgical chair. They put a device to measure the blood pressure; it was high, but it is my normal body reaction to situations when I am visiting the doctor.
The doctor on my right-hand side inserted an IV. They made a couple of injections in my cheek. He was asking some interesting questions, and I am not sure if he actually asked them - for example, about my experience when I had surgery at the age of 1.5 years old. So I said they put a mask, and then I woke up in the bed, and had some separation anxiety because my mom was not allowed to be next to me, and then she brought me dumplings, and it was the best food I had in my life.
After the surgery, the doctor asked what I thought - how long the procedure was. I said 20 minutes, and he said it was a whole hour. And then he asked me what day it is today; I said, “I think it is Friday.” The whole deal took one and a half hours, including paperwork and talking.