Day 143- Sure, "Wisdom" Teeth (August 1)

If there's one thing I learned in all my days of orthodontic guinea-pigging, the worst part is the laughing gas. Back in 6th grade, they removed some sort of bone mass from the front of my teeth. I remembered very little of it, because of the laughing gas. All I remembered was the unending nausea afterwards and the woozy, sleeping feeling.
For some reason, Dad was the one to drive me the two hours to the place where I was getting my wisdom teeth out. Usually it's Mom, but I think Dad had something he had to do in town, or something. About 15 minutes away from my appointment, I realized that this was the city with the record store in it; the nearest one to my town. I mentioned this to Dad and he told me to give him my wishlist, so he could look for them while the surgery was happening, because I'd probably want to just go home afterwards. So I wrote out my short wishlist of things I'd been looking for and one that suddenly popped into my head for no rhyme or reason.
The details of my wait before the surgery are a little fuzzy. I remember they gave me some sort of medicine, and I hated it beyond all comparison. (I would rather have my ears cleaned with a pool cue and be forced to listen to JB music for a week than ever have to have medicine ever again.)
Now, I'm told I was strapped in the chair and they put a gas tube through my nose. They started getting me talking. I remember giving them an obscene amount of details about the trip, but very little beyond that. Apparently, once I was nearing incomprehensible, I started talking about Paul Stanley and wouldn't shut up. I don't know if I actually talked about Paul, or what I said, and I'll never find out. This bothers me slightly.
Dad had gone to the record store while I was out and had found one item from my list; the random one that I didn't know I really wanted: Motley Crue's "Theater Of Pain". With all the fanfiction I had been reading, I knew quite a bit about the band, and one of their songs had shown up on the radio, which I realized I liked. It was entirely unintentional. But I listened to it and now I like Motley Crue.
Shoot.