No more percocet! No more percocet! *Bangs fists on the table*
Well this weekend hasn't gone quite like I had planned. Thursday was the big wisdom teeth day, or "wisies" as the anasthesiologist called them. I thought I would be fine by Saturday so I could spend the rest of the weekend doing homework, but I was wrong. He gave me Percocet and told me to start off by taking a half of one, that ended up not working. So by the end of the day on Thursday I had taken three, less than it said I could take. But at around 10:00, I got all shakey, my heart started beating really fast, and my breathing slowed way down. Scared the crap outta me. I can't wait until I can eat real food again. All I've eaten since Thursday is pudding and ice cream and mashed potatoes. And I can't wait until I can stop taking Percocet. I'm sick of feeling drugged up. I have too much homework to do and I can't concentrate on it while I'm feeling like this.