I got my wisdom teeth pulled. I dread these sort of things. I know what you all want to hear: the waking up from anesthesia story. It wasn't too crazy though.
I woke up from anesthesia and refused to talk. People would say stuff and I would just give them the death stare.... like if you say one more word I will kill you. Quit asking me if I am comfortable! No, I am not comfortable with 4 holes in my jaw and bloody gauze in my mouth, but thanks for asking. When it was time for them to wake me up from the leather couch I was sleeping on, I told the workers I would not put my shoes on. Whenever he tried to slide them on again I just kept waving my long, pointer finger back and forth, like no, no, no that is not going to happen. No shoes for me. It took my mom coaxing me to put them on for about 5 minutes, and then I finally gave in. I'm still stubborn even when I am drugged up. Still, it was not too bad of a reaction to the meds.
By the way, I think pulling wisdom teeth is a conspiracy. Our grandparents and every other generation before them never had to get them pulled. All of a sudden they are these terrible teeth and they need to be extracted? Um no. Those oral surgeons just want my cash money. THIEVES.