my experience getting two teeth pulled :(

So yesterday I had to go to the hospital to get two teeth pulled because of horrible pain i was experiencing. I arrived at the hospital at around 11AM and didn't get to see the dental department in the hospital until around 2PM. I know most people would be so pissed off at the wait but the pain was so bad that my attention was diverted from the time passing by the throbbing in my head.
Finally i head up to the dental department and the dental assistant takes me in to get an X-ray done then sits me in one of the many dental chairs separated by curtains hanging by a sliding track on the ceiling. I could hear drills going and people talking and it was another ten minutes of listening to this before the dentist came in and looked at the X-ray and agreed with me that i had some issues with a couple of molars on my right side. There was an infection and not only one tooth had to be removed but two.
He gave me three shots of novocaine and just when i thought he nicked my tongue he asked "Did you feel a jolt run through your tongue?"
When i told him yes, he explained that there is a main nerve that runs along your jaw bone and when people feel that jolt, it means that the novocaine had reached that nerve and I would feel absolutely nothing in five minutes.
They usually only pull one tooth per visit but since i was pretty good at tuning out during surgery, the doctor offered to remove the second one at the same time.
I sat there and tried to think of so many things and other places to keep my mind occupied and distracted from the cracking and vibrating feelings and sounds that were echoing throughout my head. Although you can't feel anything while the novocaine did its job, you can still feel the pressure and vibrations of what is going on.
So after the two teeth were pulled I walked back outside and immediately felt sick. I leaned over and spit out the thickest red blood. Then since my mentality is driven by the undead, i decided to have some fun with my dispersion of blood. I started to moan softly and leaned my head acting as if i was a zombie. I spit some more blood out and saw my ride and said "Braaaaainnnss".
That's when i looked to my left and saw a little kid with his eyes wide open. I think he really thought i was the walking dead. I must have traumatized the little one because he ran so fast away from the window.
Today my face feels like i was in a fight, my cheek is swollen but i still laugh at the fact that i scared the crap out of a little one by being a zombie outside of the hospital. Ah, a childs imagination is a wonderful thing to mess with.
Oh yeah, and
Checkout the Sticker the nurse gave me after having my teeth ... on Twitpic