The Wisdom of Life Exists in the Elimination of Non-Essentials
I haven't been online (or around) in a few days due to the removal of my wisdom teeth on Thursday. The actual removal wasn't bad at all, as I suspected. I was given 3 mysterious pills by my dentist and instructed to take one the night before my appointment and two the hour before. Well, I had a nice phone conversation with Sam right before bed on Wednesday, after taking the first pill--at least, I think it was nice, because I hardly remember anything that we talked about. I was a bit off my rocker during it. I'm guessing they were some sort of anti-anxiety pills or sedatives or something, because after taking 2 the next morning, I was stumbling around as if seriously inebriated, and my memory of that period is a fog that includes me holding onto my mother's arm for balance while I slowly walked around in a swaying fashion, muttering softly and incoherently.
After surgery, I wasn't hurting too much--I was still mostly numb, so that's probably why. So I get home, take the antibiotics and the ibuprofen I'm supposed to take, am just about to get into bed for a VERY long nap, when my body decides that enough is enough and I promptly get sick to my stomach. Goddamn it. I take a nap afterwards, and when I wake up several hours later, the numbness is starting to wear off, but not enough yet to actually be able to move my lower lip. This makes eating impossible. I'm sort of starving, since I hadn't eaten all day (wasn't allowed to eat breakfast pre-surgery), but eating anything is out of the question. My cheeks are starting to hurt, so I eventually pop a Vicodin with some juice. Not long thereafter, I become extremely nauseated as my body rebels much more fervently this time, as if to say, I warned you, didn't I, but you just HAD to put more drugs into me, so TAKE THIS!
So. after being sick to my stomach for the second episode, this time three or four times in a row, I decided to give up on the pain killers and ice the living daylights out of my aching cheeks/jaw. Needless to say, I skipped dinner as well.
Second day went MUCH better; I didn't throw up at all. I was able to eat oatmeal for breakfast (STARVING). My mouth no longer tasted constantly of blood, which was good. I spent the majority of the day sleeping, icing my cheeks, or popping pills. I can't really open my mouth all the way, only a little bit, so I had to take very small bites. Mom made me some hard boiled eggs to cut up and eat, and when I saw my dad making some extravagant ramen for lunch, I followed suit. His was oriental flavor with green and white onions, carrots, and snap peas; mine was chicken flavor with green onions, chopped up hard boiled egg whites, and I took the cheese grater and grated a little bit of carrot on top. It looked (and tasted) delicious:
Anyway, I've spent more time in bed these last few days than I did in the week leading up to this. This explains why I haven't been around, not even on Facebook, for the past 4 days. My cheeks are still visibly swollen, unfortunately, so I haven't been out around much (looking like a chipmunk crushes any desire to go out on the town) and my cheeks are still sore, but I'm no longer sleeping for most of the day, so I consider myself pretty much recovered and ready to do fun things, if people around here are doing such things--as long as they keep the chipmunk comments to an acceptable level, of course.
Sam isn't here to see me, and has convinced me to post a picture, so here it goes. This was on Saturday:
Note: my face is not normally shaped this way. Here's another picture for comparison:
(I was in my sister's room, so no, that Orlando Bloom poster does not belong to me).
In any case, at least I'll never have to deal with the whole wisdom teeth thing ever again!
P.S. Sorry for the long entry.
After surgery, I wasn't hurting too much--I was still mostly numb, so that's probably why. So I get home, take the antibiotics and the ibuprofen I'm supposed to take, am just about to get into bed for a VERY long nap, when my body decides that enough is enough and I promptly get sick to my stomach. Goddamn it. I take a nap afterwards, and when I wake up several hours later, the numbness is starting to wear off, but not enough yet to actually be able to move my lower lip. This makes eating impossible. I'm sort of starving, since I hadn't eaten all day (wasn't allowed to eat breakfast pre-surgery), but eating anything is out of the question. My cheeks are starting to hurt, so I eventually pop a Vicodin with some juice. Not long thereafter, I become extremely nauseated as my body rebels much more fervently this time, as if to say, I warned you, didn't I, but you just HAD to put more drugs into me, so TAKE THIS!
So. after being sick to my stomach for the second episode, this time three or four times in a row, I decided to give up on the pain killers and ice the living daylights out of my aching cheeks/jaw. Needless to say, I skipped dinner as well.
Second day went MUCH better; I didn't throw up at all. I was able to eat oatmeal for breakfast (STARVING). My mouth no longer tasted constantly of blood, which was good. I spent the majority of the day sleeping, icing my cheeks, or popping pills. I can't really open my mouth all the way, only a little bit, so I had to take very small bites. Mom made me some hard boiled eggs to cut up and eat, and when I saw my dad making some extravagant ramen for lunch, I followed suit. His was oriental flavor with green and white onions, carrots, and snap peas; mine was chicken flavor with green onions, chopped up hard boiled egg whites, and I took the cheese grater and grated a little bit of carrot on top. It looked (and tasted) delicious:
Anyway, I've spent more time in bed these last few days than I did in the week leading up to this. This explains why I haven't been around, not even on Facebook, for the past 4 days. My cheeks are still visibly swollen, unfortunately, so I haven't been out around much (looking like a chipmunk crushes any desire to go out on the town) and my cheeks are still sore, but I'm no longer sleeping for most of the day, so I consider myself pretty much recovered and ready to do fun things, if people around here are doing such things--as long as they keep the chipmunk comments to an acceptable level, of course.
Sam isn't here to see me, and has convinced me to post a picture, so here it goes. This was on Saturday:
Note: my face is not normally shaped this way. Here's another picture for comparison:
(I was in my sister's room, so no, that Orlando Bloom poster does not belong to me).
In any case, at least I'll never have to deal with the whole wisdom teeth thing ever again!
P.S. Sorry for the long entry.