WisdomLess

Last Friday Maxwell had his four wisdom teeth removed and for the week beforehand he was totally and completely freaked out. He YouTubed every "wisdom teeth removal gone bad" video. He researched the risks of IV sedation to include the death rate associated with it. He was pretty certain he was going to die right there in the dentists chair. In the event that he did cheat death he worried that he was going to say crazy, racist things when he was coming out of the sedation. I'm not even kidding. He thought the sedation was going to turn him into a racist. Whaaaat??

He woke up Friday morning and had lips the size of Texas. Again, not even kidding. A couple of months ago we had to take him into the doctor because we thought he had developed a food allergy to something unknown. Every couple of weeks his lips would swell and he'd complain of an itchy throat. Those symptoms earned him an EpiPen and a food diary. And then Friday happened and we realized that his giant lips weren't food allergy related at all. His giant lips were stress related. Giant, stressed out lips.

Once we got to the dentists office at noon he was spun into the ceiling. Still YouTubing wisdom teeth removals and trying to decide what his last meal should have been. He played dead twice when the dental hygenist was prepping him for his IV and then kept holding his breath to see if he could "flatline". It was entertaining stuff.

In the end, he didn't die or become a racist. Not even a little.