I remember when I had my wisdom teeth extracted… It was the first time I’d ever been out cold – I counted back from 99 (oh, that was weird – one of those moments when you type something (the 99) and they say it on the tv at the exact moment you’re writing it – cool!), and barely got past 99. Next thing I know I’m laying down in the recovery room with my mom sitting in a chair next to me. It kinda boggled my mind having NO CONSCIOUS memory and having missing time – like a not-as-scary-or-against-your-will kinda abduction experience. (Best part was having a good excuse to eat lots of ice cream though.)