SO I THINK I UNDERESTIMATED THE PAIN OF GETTING ONE'S WISDOM TEETH PULLED.
Everyday since Thursday has been spent taking various doses of painkillers approximately every four hours... That includes waking up in the middle of the night with mind-numbing pain because the meds have totally worn off and my jaw has gone stiff while I was asleep. And then waiting for the hour it takes to kick in before I can go back to sleep. I've also been in this eternal haze from having stuff in my blood constantly. I've been trying to avoid too much vicodin as that definitely takes haze and disconnection to new heights.
I thought I was going to be able to do a lot more despite my recovery status, but that is null. I was looking forward to finally getting some quality time with
campfuckudie, but I just feel too bleh and out of it for that type of thinking :/. Sigh!
I do think that on this, day six, that I might be finally seeing some minor, but noticeable, improvement. Please god, just let me chew again! Or at least let me open my mouth wide enough to actually brush my farthest back molars!