I had to be put under for my bottom wisdom teeth (I was too much of a whiny ***** for my top ones that my normal dentist didn't want to bother with my bottom which were going to be an even bigger pain in the ***).
After I woke up, I sat up right away, which they tried to tell me not to, but I was already on my feet. On the way home I felt a little loopy, but overall pretty sober, and by the time we hit a pharmacist argumentative enough to the point of slamming my bloodied teeth on the counter about not getting my T3's because I forgot to get a prescription from my dentist. I probably wasn't as cognisant as I thought I was, since I understand the legality of not giving out medication without prescriptions.
