Dat anesthetic, unf.

It was by far the best part of getting my wisdom teeth yanked, lemme tell you.I had no short term memory and coordination; I was literally forgetting things within seconds as I was too stubborn to wait around for the anesthetic to wear off. I somehow dressed myself and made my way downstairs to the car (my dad was with me, of course). I literally could not remember leaving the recovery ward to the front door, and the parking lot until the car was going. The last thing I remember was pulling out of the parking lot with my head against the window and I intoxicatedly exclaimed, "Corners are fun!" Before passing out for a solid hour and a half. I was more or less fine when I got home.