Poor me. Boo hoo.
Ugh. I'm missing four teeth. In four corners of my mouth. I don't know why, but apparently it's important to have four "wisdom teeth" extracted in an hour-long surgical procedure that involves drilling them into pieces and then wrenching them out of my jaw. Fun. Good thing I was intensely drugged up, so I could only stare around and hope they don't miss. So now I'm sitting around at home with four new holes in my head and some little dissolvable sutures that will feel really gross when I wake up with them loose in my mouth.
Anyway, I'm on a number of pills. Let me introduce you to my new best friends. I've got one purple one that's an antibiotic. I've got another white one that keeps the swelling down. And, my precious, a white round narcotic pill that's a high-powered painkiller. I can become a pill-popping addict to this one and I don't care. I was so miserable when the novicaine and IV-administered anesthetics wore off, but this guy made it better. I don't think I'm acting crazy when I'm on it, but it really fixes the shoot-me-in-the-face toothaches. Strangest of all, though, my lower jaw is still rather numb.
So anyway, come and visit me. Please. Steph stopped by today for a few hours and it was the nicest surprise. Thank you again, querida. So anybody and everybody, I love visitors, at any time. Just stop by. You know where to find me: on my couch. And I'll share my Jell-O and pudding and yogurt, if that's any incentive. But I'm quite excited about tomorrow, when I get to move on to warm foods, which means I'll be living off of macaroni and cheese and linguini all day long. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Seriously, visitors make my day.
Anyway, I'm on a number of pills. Let me introduce you to my new best friends. I've got one purple one that's an antibiotic. I've got another white one that keeps the swelling down. And, my precious, a white round narcotic pill that's a high-powered painkiller. I can become a pill-popping addict to this one and I don't care. I was so miserable when the novicaine and IV-administered anesthetics wore off, but this guy made it better. I don't think I'm acting crazy when I'm on it, but it really fixes the shoot-me-in-the-face toothaches. Strangest of all, though, my lower jaw is still rather numb.
So anyway, come and visit me. Please. Steph stopped by today for a few hours and it was the nicest surprise. Thank you again, querida. So anybody and everybody, I love visitors, at any time. Just stop by. You know where to find me: on my couch. And I'll share my Jell-O and pudding and yogurt, if that's any incentive. But I'm quite excited about tomorrow, when I get to move on to warm foods, which means I'll be living off of macaroni and cheese and linguini all day long. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Seriously, visitors make my day.