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Have you seen Hostel (movie)?

Yesterday, I had a wisdom tooth extracted. The event was nightmarish beyond anything I've ever experienced. That's saying a lot because I've had guns drawn on me.

As I write this, I'm still a lil shaky and can't quite calm down.

For over 2 hours, she dug and drilled at my tooth, pulling it out, piece by piece. It was nothing less than torturous.

At the 1hr 30mins mark, I told her "it was intolerable."

She asked me "what did I want to do?"

"Well, are you capable of removing it?"

"Yes, it'll just take time."

At the 1hr 45mins mark, I'm crying and self-soothing by hugging myself and rubbing my arms.

2hrs 5mins, She SAYS that she's removed all the pieces and I ask for the bathroom to clean up.

I didn't want my friend to see my face, running mascara and smudged green liner. I didn't know he'd already heard most of the ordeal.

I run directly into my friend's arms to be comforted. I'm inconsolable. All I can do is repeat, "I'm traumatized. I'm traumatized. He rubs my back.

So grateful, I only took 1 tab of Valium before my "treatment". Leaves me with 1, I'll take in an hour to attempt to wash this off me. Ye though I walk through the valley of death, surely goodness and mercy shall follow me and I will dwell in the house of 'induced drug state' forever. This PTSD moment brought to you by Diazepam.


I'll write my reviews after the smoke subsides.

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