So, I went to the oral surgeon with Mom yesterday morning. Brian got there late...he met me after the surgery. The doctor gave me an IV and oh, it burned. It was cold and miserable. I hated it. But only for a little while, then I was unconscious. I woke up later when a nurse helped me into the recovery room. I don't know how much helping she really did, I was a good ten inches taller than the woman, but I made it to the recovery room just fine. I lay there until my head cleared then they sent me out to mom. Brian almost carried me out to the car and Mom spent the afternoon teasing me that my mouth was worth almost as much as my education at this point. Jeeze...

Once at home I promtly fell asleep on the couch. Brian spent the afternoon with me. He was supposed to go to work but he called out because I was so miserable, and it was his last day anyway. I have never felt so gross in my whole life. I've also never vomited so much, but I'd rather not think about that. Brian is so good to me. He fetched me things when I needed them, and he spent most of the afternoon just watching me drool on myself in my sleep.

The first time I woke up after the surgery I was in the worst pain. The doctor gave me less drugs this time because I was numb for nine hours last time. I should never have complained. I only got about two hours of sleep before the pain woke me up, then I couldn't even keep down a pill. I was NOT happy. If you get your wisdom teeth out, get as many drugs as you can.

Time to go lie down again. I am ill.