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.