I got my wisdom teeth extracted Tuesday. The meds they gave me made me vomit, so I've been baring the pain or resorting to Ibuprofen. The swelling seems to be getting worse, which concerns me a bit. I found it funny at the appointment that their machines weren't calibrated for a person like me; my pulse rate was actually too low (45-50 BPM) while I was waiting to be put under, so the machine kept beeping a warning.
I have most of my Ragnarok photos edited and uploaded at
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v288/zagref/Ragnarok%2021/ I still need to do Saturday and Sunday's photos. Ragnarok itself was decent. I wouldn't have minded the rain as much if I had somewhere warm and dry to head to afterwards. I didn't end up fighting much again. I just wasn't up to it most of the time. I wish that headbands had been enforced. I hate going onto a huge field and having little idea who's on my team. Rather than leaving Saturday night, I ended up going to Pizza Hut and Dairy Queen with Eryndor. It's probably a good thing that happened, as so many people left their shit behind that Athron didn't have room for it all and I had to take a ton of shields and polearms in the van. The ride home was actually mildly entertaining. I took the route Athron recommended (which, while a bit shorter, was more of a pain in the bum to drive) and "raced" a truck cab, being hyperbolic with Dannielle.