After the surgery the doctor explained to me that sometimes the anesthesia causes young men to react in an angry or volatile way because of the part of the brain it interferes with. JB had studied this in psychology recently and seemed to know all about it. But he certainly didn't react in that way! He was extremely friendly, to say the least, telling the doc all about my car, and how he should get to drive it home because it would be fun to go fast. The doctor helped me get into him the car and sent us on our way. He seemed somewhat coherent, but his normal "home" personality was magnified. He kept running his hand down my cheek all the way home saying, "Let me drive, Mommy. I'll be good," and then texting K (his ex-girlfriend whom he would like to have as his current girlfriend) and saying, "Oops, I drunk texted K again."
He spent a few hours uncomfortable, slept on the floor for an hour or so when he got dizzy going from the kitchen back to the couch, kept the frozen peas on his cheeks like he was supposed to, followed the rules to avoid getting dry sockets, avoided all major painkillers, and did beautifully. The thing he was most upset about was that he had gotten blood on one of his favorite shirts. (I managed to get it out.) All in all it wasn't too bad of an experience. And K even came by to check on him the next day and brought him some ice cream.
