After that he informed me that I did, indeed, have infections in both of the lower wisdom teeth and they would go ahead and take them out. Insurance was great (sarcastic). They covered $500 of the $1500 procedure. Tell me again why I pay insurance? They wouldn't cover the cyst that had grown around one tooth, nor the IV sedation, and only paid for part of the teeth. Thank God for grandfathers. :-)
Anyway, they did the operation at 12:30, James was so sweet and wonderful. He took me home at 1:30, tucked me into bed, gave me everything I might need... He wanted to stay home with me but I refused. I'd sleep the whole time anyway.
They told me I wouldn't remember anything, but I do. I remember when the doctor got to my bottom-left tooth it hurt so much I started counting ("This can't last more than 15 seconds ... This can't be more than another 15 seconds ..."). I guess I moaned and they had to give me even more anesthesia! There was a super-super sweet nurse there who kept holding my hand. She was so nice. All I remember is that I kept reaching for something when the pain hit, and her hand was always there. I'll probably write her a thank you note.
I got home and fell asleep. I've just awakened. My mouth is so swollen! It doesn't hurt, though. I'm so grateful for that nurse, James, my mom, and my grandfather. I dedicate this post to them :-)