hmm...

Well, things for the trip are still looking good, but hopefully my loss of wisdom won't make the med school visits totally futile...

All four wisdom teeth are now in biohazard containers and on their way to be incinerated...

The best part is, when they hooked me up to the monitors, they kept saying things like, "Wow, you DO run, dontcha?" and "Well you're certainly not nervous about this procedure..." Then the doc came in and said that since my resting heart rate was so low (38 at one point) he didn't want to give me the anesthesia medicine (because it reduces HR further). So: on the laughing gas mask went, and out the teeth came. Baller? I think yes.