Going Under

I’ve been preparing food all morning, even though I’m Nil By Mouth. All four of my wisdom teeth will be ripped out while I’m under. That’s why I must prepare all this mushy food so I can eat once it’s over: soft baked vegies, custard and jelly, soup and bread.

I wonder if I’ll be any less wise once the teeth are out.

Doc tells me he’s counting back from ten and I should breathe deep while I’m going under.

Ten, nine, eight.

Did I turn the oven off?

Seven, six, five.

No less wise – help! the oven.

Four, three…

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