I got the teeth removed. I got the laughing gas, and, it didn't make me laugh. I really don't think it had much of an effect on me at all. I was completely coherent throughout the entire procedure. I was listening to my CD. I skipped through the songs I didn't like. I heard all the people talking. And, I kept my eyes opened for almost the entire procedure. While he was trying to get one of my top teeth out, the oral surgeon said, "Come on, you little booger," talking to my tooth. Is it bad when the oral surgeon talks to the teeth?
After I got home, I realized that I appear to be pretty allergic to Vicodin. I will never go within 10 feet of that stuff ever again. But, I have no pain, except when I smile or laugh, so, I'm just taking Motrin IB.

And now I sound like someone from Kathy & Judy's Merry Medical Christmas.