I'm still wise. :P
Well, I had my wisdom teeth removed all day. It went well (as far as I can tell), but I'm reasonable comfortable.
I've been pretty much sleeping all day. Not because I'm especially tired, but because having a couple of wads of gauze shoved in your mouth is annoying and I'd rather sleep through it so as not to be as aware of it. Plus, I just prop the ice pack up against my cheeks and set it for every 30 minutes so I know when to switch sides.
When we get to the doc's in the morning, I didn't have to wait for long. They hooked me up to an IV, then the nurse reclined my chair. They started passing things back and forth over me, so I closed my eyes instinctively. I remember thinking that they seemed to be in such a rush with their hustling and bustling to prepare things. Next thing I know, I'm alone in the room, the heartbeat monitor finger clippy thing is on my other hand and I way out of it. LOL, I never DID have a problem with going to sleep. They didn't even tell me to count backward or anything.
I'm up now for some feeding and pill-taking... And I think the pain med is starting to kick back in. I apologize if this post gets drunken-flavored. I'll head back to bed soon, but Athena said that Lety was gonna call around 6 to remind me to change my gauze. But I've just been eating very slowly (mostly out of necessity) and I'd rather answer the phone without gauze in my mouth. Cuz I pretty much can't talk with it, so I'll wait.
Lety has been so awesome to me. She drove me to the doc's this morning and has been taking care me since. She's heated up soup for me and woken me to remind me to switch gauze out and even ventured into my room a few times. And the state my room is in, it has to be a nearly traumatic experience for her. But she's done it to give me a new icepack, and she's done it without request. And I good thing too, because I've really not been paying attention to the state of it.
I should do something nice for her, but she's likely to refuse anything besides my repeated verbal thank-yous, which I've already been giving liberally.
Hmmm... I dunno, what could I do for her? Any suggestions?
Whew, okay, now I am getting pretty woozy. Thanks, pain meds. Maybe I'll just prop myself up in bed and try knitting.
But praise God, things went well, I've not been feeling nauseous or anything, and I'm feeling pretty good. I've been nomming on the chicken noodle soup I made and coffee ice cream. NOM NOM NOM.
Looking forward to being able chew things again, though. I hope I get a bit more functional soon so I can wrap presents, enjoy Christmas, and go with Jeremy to see his peepz.
Gloria a Dios. ^_^
I've been pretty much sleeping all day. Not because I'm especially tired, but because having a couple of wads of gauze shoved in your mouth is annoying and I'd rather sleep through it so as not to be as aware of it. Plus, I just prop the ice pack up against my cheeks and set it for every 30 minutes so I know when to switch sides.
When we get to the doc's in the morning, I didn't have to wait for long. They hooked me up to an IV, then the nurse reclined my chair. They started passing things back and forth over me, so I closed my eyes instinctively. I remember thinking that they seemed to be in such a rush with their hustling and bustling to prepare things. Next thing I know, I'm alone in the room, the heartbeat monitor finger clippy thing is on my other hand and I way out of it. LOL, I never DID have a problem with going to sleep. They didn't even tell me to count backward or anything.
I'm up now for some feeding and pill-taking... And I think the pain med is starting to kick back in. I apologize if this post gets drunken-flavored. I'll head back to bed soon, but Athena said that Lety was gonna call around 6 to remind me to change my gauze. But I've just been eating very slowly (mostly out of necessity) and I'd rather answer the phone without gauze in my mouth. Cuz I pretty much can't talk with it, so I'll wait.
Lety has been so awesome to me. She drove me to the doc's this morning and has been taking care me since. She's heated up soup for me and woken me to remind me to switch gauze out and even ventured into my room a few times. And the state my room is in, it has to be a nearly traumatic experience for her. But she's done it to give me a new icepack, and she's done it without request. And I good thing too, because I've really not been paying attention to the state of it.
I should do something nice for her, but she's likely to refuse anything besides my repeated verbal thank-yous, which I've already been giving liberally.
Hmmm... I dunno, what could I do for her? Any suggestions?
Whew, okay, now I am getting pretty woozy. Thanks, pain meds. Maybe I'll just prop myself up in bed and try knitting.
But praise God, things went well, I've not been feeling nauseous or anything, and I'm feeling pretty good. I've been nomming on the chicken noodle soup I made and coffee ice cream. NOM NOM NOM.
Looking forward to being able chew things again, though. I hope I get a bit more functional soon so I can wrap presents, enjoy Christmas, and go with Jeremy to see his peepz.
Gloria a Dios. ^_^