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Got my wisdom teeth taken out yesterdaaaay.
Jon came over at around... 10? To help keep me distracted so I wouldn't want to eat. Because my appointment was at 2:30pm, lol.
We ended up helping my mom wrap presents until noon. He owned me because he claimed to be a terrible gift wrapper, and we gave him all of the square/rectangular ones. So I was stuck with all the shitty ones, lol. Whatever, it was kinda fun. I complained a LOT. Until I felt pathetic, and apologized, lol.
Then we came down here and watched Scrubs and did NOTHING questionable until a little before 1 when my grandparents showed up. And my mom and grandparents sat at the table chatting, and Jon and I kinda sat facing eachother in the livingroom in near silence. I was almost crying, and kept saying "I dont wanna go." lol I was so fucking freaked out.
He left a minute or two before we did so I kissed him goodbye at the door.
Then we left and I was really quiet the whole way. Then we got there, and waitied like 5 minutes... and they called me in.
They hooked me up to he IV... and started talking amongst themselves. And he was like "You starting to feel that yet?" and I was like "...No."
Ha, lets back track. They went to put the IV IN and I was like "Last time I had anything in my elbow, they were trying to get a blood sample and they had to try like 6 times." and they were like "Trust me, after our LAST patient, this is going to be a breeze." I was like "Do I even WANT to know?" and he was like "No, you don't." and I got (I imagine) this scared look on my face. And he was like "Lets just say.. it was someone who had made some bad decisions in his life that made it difficult for us to get into his blood system." which I took to mean "a heroin junky".
So yeah, then he was like "Right in, first try!" And I was like "Good!" and he was like "Thanks for bringing your GOOD, HEALTHY veins in today!" and I was like "No prob, I bring them everywhere." and he was like "Well, in thanks and congratulations.. here is the happy juice!" and injected me with it, lol.
Anyway, so.. then I think they asked me if I was feeling it.. and I may have nodded. But idk. Then after that I think I remember helping to get myself into the wheel chair. I think I lifted my feet WAY off the ground to keep them from dragging. But there was no need to, lol.
Then they put my feet up in the recliner, and gave me a blanket. I tried to say thank you.. but it was probably all a slurr, lol.
So then I went home with my grandparents, texted Jon and told him to be at my house at 4:30.. he showed up around 4:40.. my mouth was REALLY starting to hurrrrt.
I couldnt take my pain pill without food, and my dad too like... 40 minutes to scramble me eggs. So by the time I got it, I was almost in tears.
Jon HATED seeing me that way. I dont know, I guess I like seeing him that way, just because he doesn't really wear his emotions on his sleeve the way I do. So when I get a chance to SEE how he's feeling towards/about me.. its just really good. But he was sad, and just HOLDING me. So i TRIED to put on a strong face.
My mouth was still wicked numb so he had to tell me when the water bottle was placed right to swallow my pill, lol. And I kept stabbing my bottom lip with the fork. He was so nice to me though. He made me LAUGH which made my smile, which pulls my stitches. He's so dangerous to have around, lol.
But yeah, he left around 7. And my DAD left around 7. So I tried to get Wade to come over and he was chillin' with Aaron and Heatherrrr. So I just bugged them, lol. I made Heather and Sarah come over at like what... 11? A little after? They stayed until midnight. It was fun.
I didn't wake up to my alarm to take my pain pill so I woke up at 7 all like "Oh god. No more pain, pleeeeeeease." although it wasn't that bad yet. So I took it, then found out I'm supposed to ALSO take 800mg of ibuprofen with it. So.. I'll totally be good from here on out.
Im just still always swallowing bloooood. I dont like it anymore.
And the only thing I've sucessfully eaten is scrambled eggs, because I can swallow it without it getting all over my mouth, and into my holes, lol. idk.
I'm really tender today. I feel like I should have two like... baseball sized bruises on my jaw. I can't lean against anything. I can't hug people. I have to be careful with my ice pack. It hurts so bad. It hurts to open my mouth, my jaw is really tight, etc.
But PAIN wise, I'm good, I suppose. Like, at the actual removal site.
Anyway, yeah. I guess Wade's coming over around 11:30. That'll help pass some time.
Then at 4, Jon's coming over. And I really think its my last time seeing him until he comes home on the 27th. Which is also my mom's birthday. Which is also my follow up appointment.
So shitty. It sounds terrible, because my mom birthed me and what not. But seriously, the significance to the 27th is Jon coming home. I see mum every day. idk.
I'll obviously be here for her gifts/party/whatever but... I'm totally peacing out to see my baby. I'll need to.
ANYWHO.
I'm out!
Jon came over at around... 10? To help keep me distracted so I wouldn't want to eat. Because my appointment was at 2:30pm, lol.
We ended up helping my mom wrap presents until noon. He owned me because he claimed to be a terrible gift wrapper, and we gave him all of the square/rectangular ones. So I was stuck with all the shitty ones, lol. Whatever, it was kinda fun. I complained a LOT. Until I felt pathetic, and apologized, lol.
Then we came down here and watched Scrubs and did NOTHING questionable until a little before 1 when my grandparents showed up. And my mom and grandparents sat at the table chatting, and Jon and I kinda sat facing eachother in the livingroom in near silence. I was almost crying, and kept saying "I dont wanna go." lol I was so fucking freaked out.
He left a minute or two before we did so I kissed him goodbye at the door.
Then we left and I was really quiet the whole way. Then we got there, and waitied like 5 minutes... and they called me in.
They hooked me up to he IV... and started talking amongst themselves. And he was like "You starting to feel that yet?" and I was like "...No."
Ha, lets back track. They went to put the IV IN and I was like "Last time I had anything in my elbow, they were trying to get a blood sample and they had to try like 6 times." and they were like "Trust me, after our LAST patient, this is going to be a breeze." I was like "Do I even WANT to know?" and he was like "No, you don't." and I got (I imagine) this scared look on my face. And he was like "Lets just say.. it was someone who had made some bad decisions in his life that made it difficult for us to get into his blood system." which I took to mean "a heroin junky".
So yeah, then he was like "Right in, first try!" And I was like "Good!" and he was like "Thanks for bringing your GOOD, HEALTHY veins in today!" and I was like "No prob, I bring them everywhere." and he was like "Well, in thanks and congratulations.. here is the happy juice!" and injected me with it, lol.
Anyway, so.. then I think they asked me if I was feeling it.. and I may have nodded. But idk. Then after that I think I remember helping to get myself into the wheel chair. I think I lifted my feet WAY off the ground to keep them from dragging. But there was no need to, lol.
Then they put my feet up in the recliner, and gave me a blanket. I tried to say thank you.. but it was probably all a slurr, lol.
So then I went home with my grandparents, texted Jon and told him to be at my house at 4:30.. he showed up around 4:40.. my mouth was REALLY starting to hurrrrt.
I couldnt take my pain pill without food, and my dad too like... 40 minutes to scramble me eggs. So by the time I got it, I was almost in tears.
Jon HATED seeing me that way. I dont know, I guess I like seeing him that way, just because he doesn't really wear his emotions on his sleeve the way I do. So when I get a chance to SEE how he's feeling towards/about me.. its just really good. But he was sad, and just HOLDING me. So i TRIED to put on a strong face.
My mouth was still wicked numb so he had to tell me when the water bottle was placed right to swallow my pill, lol. And I kept stabbing my bottom lip with the fork. He was so nice to me though. He made me LAUGH which made my smile, which pulls my stitches. He's so dangerous to have around, lol.
But yeah, he left around 7. And my DAD left around 7. So I tried to get Wade to come over and he was chillin' with Aaron and Heatherrrr. So I just bugged them, lol. I made Heather and Sarah come over at like what... 11? A little after? They stayed until midnight. It was fun.
I didn't wake up to my alarm to take my pain pill so I woke up at 7 all like "Oh god. No more pain, pleeeeeeease." although it wasn't that bad yet. So I took it, then found out I'm supposed to ALSO take 800mg of ibuprofen with it. So.. I'll totally be good from here on out.
Im just still always swallowing bloooood. I dont like it anymore.
And the only thing I've sucessfully eaten is scrambled eggs, because I can swallow it without it getting all over my mouth, and into my holes, lol. idk.
I'm really tender today. I feel like I should have two like... baseball sized bruises on my jaw. I can't lean against anything. I can't hug people. I have to be careful with my ice pack. It hurts so bad. It hurts to open my mouth, my jaw is really tight, etc.
But PAIN wise, I'm good, I suppose. Like, at the actual removal site.
Anyway, yeah. I guess Wade's coming over around 11:30. That'll help pass some time.
Then at 4, Jon's coming over. And I really think its my last time seeing him until he comes home on the 27th. Which is also my mom's birthday. Which is also my follow up appointment.
So shitty. It sounds terrible, because my mom birthed me and what not. But seriously, the significance to the 27th is Jon coming home. I see mum every day. idk.
I'll obviously be here for her gifts/party/whatever but... I'm totally peacing out to see my baby. I'll need to.
ANYWHO.
I'm out!