Wisdom teeth out = suckage
Not that I thought oral surgery would be a breeze or anything, but I was so fixated on the idea of being "put to sleep" I don't believe I thoroughly pondered the repurcussions of having my gums cut open. Day 1 and 2 were not half bad! The applesauce/pudding/ice cream diet is new and fun, take lots of little pills, have your mom take you to the mall - that was awesome! Day 3 the shit hit the fan. Of course it was my own stupid idea that I no longer needed the Vicodin (still did! still did!), but nothing could explain the brick wall my energy level hit. Between Saturday and Sunday night I slept a good 22 hours and still almost didn't make it through a full shift tonight (not like I had much choice with one person in FL and a supervisor who called out).
Other things I hadn't planned on: unaffected tooth pain - the ones left behind hurt!, sore throat, neck pain, earaches, gum irritation (damn stitches, fall out already!), temporary loss of full motion of the tongue.
I think you get the point.
The next time I have ANY procedure involving IV drugs, nasal cannulas, and, most importantly, scalpels I am taking a week off of work. Full week, get full use of the pain meds (good Lord, I could have used those today), and sleep a whole damn lot.
Speaking of which, it is WAY past my still wounded mouth bedtime. The first day I eat solid food without pain or fear of it disappearing into giant gum craters you will be the first to be notified. Or first after every person I see in real life and share the good news with :-P