I actually haven’t taken a close look at them, because I have a rather queasy stomach right now and I don’t think that the doctor cleaned them very well. 4 wisdom teeth are sitting in a clear plastic box somewhere in the bottom of my purse.
I’m doing just fine, by the way. In fact, there was no swelling, drooling, or vicodin-enhanced mood swings. The strongest medicine I’m taking for pain is Advil. I started eating rice last night, and have decided that pureed food is not what it is cracked up to be. Seriously. The biggest annoyance right now? The nasty sinus infection that decided to attack me the day of my surgery…after I woke up, my throat hurt so much I could barely swallow. Combined with the fact that I’m definitely allergic to cold medication…well, it has been interesting. My mom and dad and little sister rock for taking care of me while I’ve been a bum. Thank you!!!
I’ve decided that the next time I tell my friends that they can take pictures with my camera at a party…I’m going to watch them more carefully. I have crazy friends. Nothing inappropriate, mind you…just…silly.
I woke up at 11:56 pm last night, just in time to hear people in the neighborhood set off firecrackers and yell. I then curled up in bed with a good fantasy book and eventually fell asleep. I’m a party monster, yes I am. Happy Gregorian New Year, y’all.
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glad to hear the operation went on successfully witout any hitchs. you bound to get plenty moeny from de tooth fairy. 🙂
I’m glad that you’re doing well, but you’ll have to forgive me for voicing what’s surely on everyone’s mind: BRING ON THE PICTURES!!
With loving Baha’i greetings,
Andrew
haha well, the ones I mentioned here were not digital, so y’all will have to wait. And if you want pictures of me…well, it ain’t happenin’. 😉
Get well soon! By the way, I went to your place in Chicago a couple days ago… very nice!
Allen: thanks! I wish I could have been there to see you! 🙁
When I got my wisdom teeth taken out, they also gave me my bloody teeth! Only they put mine in a small paper bag, and I didn’t quite know what it was cause I was all drugged up and a little out of it, so I was sitting at home with a little paper bag in my hand, and I poured the contents in my hand. And they were my bloody wisdom teeth. Yuck. I love telling that story.