like, 2 years ago, when i had to get my wisdom teeth removed, they gave me this funky "cocktail" of dizziness (in italy, anaesthetic gas isnt common i think? so they gave me these drops to make me stupid bc id be crying in horror otherwise)
and boy let me tell you that i sincerely believe i was high for the first time ever
so my poor, little and full-of-anxiety 16 year old body got FLOORED in like 15mins of taking this medicinal weed soup. and i mean absolutely fuckin GONE
my mom was next to me, and she just asked me "how you feelin, bud?" to which i proceed by pointing at the empty chairs in front of us and nonchalantly going "they got legs. like spiders. theyre gonna get me"
at this point, a random nurse walks by, and i still go on with my dumbass spider chair rant, and of course this poor lady couldnt have known i had taken some funny medicine juice, so when she left she just looked at me slightly concerned. my mom pointed it out, and i just dramatically held my hand out, tears rolling down my face, whimpering "no.. im so sorry... please dont send the cops after me......"
after that, i began reading the signs on the chairs, which notified others to leave one seat empty between each other, because yknow. the Corvid Nine Teen. problem was, the fucking text was in french, spanish and various other languages. my only perfect fluency is in english and italian, so just imagine this kid, high off their fucking mind, reading broken french to their mother, who at this point was recording me and almost crying in laughter
later on, i got sent in to the dentist, who laughed at my condition, and proceeded to work on my tooth
just about before we were done, i finally was back to normal, and they were putting up stitches. so, mouth open wide by that damn thingmabob they shove in your face hole to keep it open, i manage to blurt out, "hey can i keep my tooth after this" to which the doctors laughed slightly and agreed. i now have my tooth, covered up in dried blood, somewhere in my room, and i promptly named it françois
by the time i was home to rest, aka 2 weeks, the left side of my face swelled up to the point it left a damn Bruise Under My Eye. i had to eat cold mashed potatoes and cold scrambled eggs for 2 weeks as to not fuck up the stiches
thing is, in my insanely pained state, i couldnt handle that. i felt like i was gonna go insane. so i did the unthinkable.
Two Cans Of Tuna. Two Packets Of Saltine Crackers.
i put some tuna on a cracker. sandwich it with another. eat it. (by the right side of my mouth so i didnt undo the stitches)
and believe me when i tell you i CRIED SO HARD IN JOY
also i put schweppes and still frozen popsicles in a cup and smash the popsicle down to a pulp to make a shitty homemade slushie so i could have something sweet
tldr: removing my wisdom tooth at 16 made me realise how fucking good solid foods are and also that chairs have spider legs i guess