Actually I feel pretty nice
Got my wisdom teeth out Monday. they took the four big ones but the tiny ones are so far up it'd cause more damage fishing them out. I had nightmares that all my teeth fell out when they pulled out my wisdom teeth and woke up trying to sign to people. It made me more upset and frustrated that no one knew how to sign so I tried to tell them to get my classmate Tom to come over and translate for me... in sign. I ended up stoned-texting my friend Tom and he was like "What the fuuuck?"
Well I woke up so distressed, crying, apologizing for being a bitch that they had Matt come in and try to calm me down which only made me more upset. I got hoisted into a wheel chair and out through the back parking lot which is the first real thing I remember. I was concerned and tried to say "Was I bad? I'm sorry. Did I scare the doctors? Did I scare other patients? Are they mad at me? Why are we going out the back door?" and all that came out "THE CAR ISN'T IN LOBBY!"
I held my face, crying, the way home and it was really hot though I couldn't tell and the windows were rolled down. I'm covering my puffy face crying and Matt is keeping my head stable with one hand while driving. He got some pretty dirty looks from other drivers. We almost went to the apartment but I was in no state for stairs so he took me to my moms and I didn't know where I was until he was all ready unlocking the front door and came back for me and wobbled me to the bed.
Our neighbor Tom (my friend Lisa's grandpa not my classmate) rushed over as Matt was coming out for a cigarette wanting to know what he did to me! Poor Matt he never hurts anyone... When he got back I demanded his spiral notebook to write things to him and he wouldn't dictate it to me because I wasn't sure if I was writing correctly and was getting more angry (I might scan those in later). I rambled on about how he should call my mom, that he didn't know anything about Russian Monarchy systems and I drew a pretty rad picture of a chipmunk. He kept going in the hallway to laugh because I looked like and sounded like the little special needs girl at the school we worked at last year. I sang Abby's version of "I love Rock and Roll" and didn't even need to pretend when going "I nub domino put anoder bime in the bootbox baybee!" I assure him that as long as he turned up the radio and went to get my prescription I'd fall asleep and not swallow my gauze.
I was almost asleep... When my cell phone beeps. I stretch a cautious drugged hand towards it and... Lo! It's Matt's friend Eric texting me. COMMUNICATION! Eric got the paternity results and had a stoned out me telling him how I'd be a good Nina and wanted a baby so I'd help him as much as possible with the baby... And then texted Matt, and my friend Tom, and God knows who else. I heard the mail man in the front yard and got the balls up to hobble outside. I was mostly back to the porch when I heard Matt pulling down the street and waited for him and he got out and parked VERY quickly what with my button up shirt on backwards, me out of bed, brandishing mail at him at an attempt of a friendly wave. I felt nauseous but didn't barf and laid back down.
I am not supposed to eat hot things so he made me some Ramen and I swallowed a few noodles and sipped broth when it cooled. Instead of sucking through a straw I put my thumb over one end and dropped it down my throat. Very affective. Especially with my tongue the size of a blimp and needing to take pills. A straw full or two of liquid, pill and next straw at the same time and SHWOOP with my tongue being so fat there was no other means of escape!
Matt went to work and I conked out. I heard my mom home a few times, tried to holler at her, and fell back asleep. I think I finally got up around 5 or 5:30 and I felt well and talkitive. It wasn't until 7:30 I realized I had stitches. Carlos came and picked me up from mom's and tried to go to Church's Chicken. I got my mashed potatoes but they were out of chicken since it was close to closing. We went to IHOP after Matt got home and I slurpped down an extra soggy pancake, saw our ex roomie Chrissy, and came home. I don't know how long it's taken for me to write this but it's okay. Here are some Xrays of my mouth (I have 4 wisdom teeth on top two on each side and two on the bottom for a total of 6)
Well I woke up so distressed, crying, apologizing for being a bitch that they had Matt come in and try to calm me down which only made me more upset. I got hoisted into a wheel chair and out through the back parking lot which is the first real thing I remember. I was concerned and tried to say "Was I bad? I'm sorry. Did I scare the doctors? Did I scare other patients? Are they mad at me? Why are we going out the back door?" and all that came out "THE CAR ISN'T IN LOBBY!"
I held my face, crying, the way home and it was really hot though I couldn't tell and the windows were rolled down. I'm covering my puffy face crying and Matt is keeping my head stable with one hand while driving. He got some pretty dirty looks from other drivers. We almost went to the apartment but I was in no state for stairs so he took me to my moms and I didn't know where I was until he was all ready unlocking the front door and came back for me and wobbled me to the bed.
Our neighbor Tom (my friend Lisa's grandpa not my classmate) rushed over as Matt was coming out for a cigarette wanting to know what he did to me! Poor Matt he never hurts anyone... When he got back I demanded his spiral notebook to write things to him and he wouldn't dictate it to me because I wasn't sure if I was writing correctly and was getting more angry (I might scan those in later). I rambled on about how he should call my mom, that he didn't know anything about Russian Monarchy systems and I drew a pretty rad picture of a chipmunk. He kept going in the hallway to laugh because I looked like and sounded like the little special needs girl at the school we worked at last year. I sang Abby's version of "I love Rock and Roll" and didn't even need to pretend when going "I nub domino put anoder bime in the bootbox baybee!" I assure him that as long as he turned up the radio and went to get my prescription I'd fall asleep and not swallow my gauze.
I was almost asleep... When my cell phone beeps. I stretch a cautious drugged hand towards it and... Lo! It's Matt's friend Eric texting me. COMMUNICATION! Eric got the paternity results and had a stoned out me telling him how I'd be a good Nina and wanted a baby so I'd help him as much as possible with the baby... And then texted Matt, and my friend Tom, and God knows who else. I heard the mail man in the front yard and got the balls up to hobble outside. I was mostly back to the porch when I heard Matt pulling down the street and waited for him and he got out and parked VERY quickly what with my button up shirt on backwards, me out of bed, brandishing mail at him at an attempt of a friendly wave. I felt nauseous but didn't barf and laid back down.
I am not supposed to eat hot things so he made me some Ramen and I swallowed a few noodles and sipped broth when it cooled. Instead of sucking through a straw I put my thumb over one end and dropped it down my throat. Very affective. Especially with my tongue the size of a blimp and needing to take pills. A straw full or two of liquid, pill and next straw at the same time and SHWOOP with my tongue being so fat there was no other means of escape!
Matt went to work and I conked out. I heard my mom home a few times, tried to holler at her, and fell back asleep. I think I finally got up around 5 or 5:30 and I felt well and talkitive. It wasn't until 7:30 I realized I had stitches. Carlos came and picked me up from mom's and tried to go to Church's Chicken. I got my mashed potatoes but they were out of chicken since it was close to closing. We went to IHOP after Matt got home and I slurpped down an extra soggy pancake, saw our ex roomie Chrissy, and came home. I don't know how long it's taken for me to write this but it's okay. Here are some Xrays of my mouth (I have 4 wisdom teeth on top two on each side and two on the bottom for a total of 6)
