Oh man. Ohhhhh mannn. Why didn’t anyone tell me that getting my wisdom teeth out would be such a party?
I finally got my wisdom teeth out on Friday, and like any normal person, I was totally freaking out in the oral surgeon’s office. I opted for full-on anesthesia, which was worrying me a bit more than the actual procedure. As an upstanding individual deeply concerned with my personal welfare, I came in with some well-prepared questions for my nurse: “Are you going to poke me with a needle? Don’t poke me with it until you warn me, okay? Can I see the needle? WAIT — I don’t want to see the needle. Definitely don’t want to. Have you poked me yet?”
When she finally did poke me (after a warning, she’s the best), I felt all my worries drift away on a fluffy white dream cloud. I hadn’t felt this relaxed since I fell asleep listening to a global soundscapes cd while in the tub.
Then the nurse told me that she hadn’t even started pumping me with any medication yet. We had a good chuckle about the placebo effect. Then I passed out.
So, since then, I’ve been resting up at home, eating a crap-ton of ice cream and mashed potatoes and taking my doctor’s recommendation to avoid strenuous activity for five to seven days very seriously (pshh, as if I need a doctor’s note to avoid strenuous activity).
I would say that I’ve never eaten so much ice cream and mashed potatoes all at once … but that would be a lie.
Anyway, in between reruns of The Office, I’ve been editing photos off of my camera. I came across a set I took while at my parent’s home over July 4th. My sister is redoing her bedroom there, and I helped her out by sanding and painting an old desk of hers that she wants to use as a vanity. She still has a lot of work to do in the room, but we put together her vanity and took some pics:
Now, back to popping pills and more mashed potatoes. Thank god for the Kentucky Fried General.
P.S. 15 Ways to Upgrade Your Rental Without Ticking Off Your Landlord over at Brit + Co. This one was fun!