I love being able to tell my story to people about to have wisdom teeth pulled:
AM: Surgery went great, got home, Mom put me to bed. Around 1 PM: I will tell them that I woke up in “some” pain, but mom slapped a couple of pain pills in my mouth, put ice packs on my face, and I went back to sleep. 7PM: ate salmon for dinner.
Sunday morning: get up and drive back to LA to my college apartment. I walked in and my roommates practically fell over, with their exclamations of, “My God, you still have cheekbones!!”
I like to think it give them some hope.