AND THEN THEY GAVE ME DRU-U-UGS AND I SURVIVED
That's right, y'all: I am now down four wisdom teeth. And up a few painkillers. Life is goooooood.
Except I failed at first. Because I got to the oral surgeon's and then realized I'd only taken one of the pills pre-surgery — I was supposed to have taken a pain killer AND an antibiotic. And then I found out that I shouldn't have been drinking water today. OOPS!
(Dude: you try being outside in skinny jeans and a scarf (fashion is pain!) and sweating buckets for several hours. I WAS THIRSTY.)
But anyway. They let me do the surgery in spite of my failures. Thank you, good doctors!
I slept through the whole procedure (blame that on waking up at 5:15 this AM and running around on the playground after Sam, Ben, and Tasmanian Devil (I MEAN COCO) for a while this morning), but woke up immediately once it was done. I took a nap when I got home, but have been awake and alert since then.
(Except I do remember telling my parents that I just felt really drunk after the surgery was over and when I tried to walk. Uh. I mean, I don't know what being really drunk feels like, mom and dad. I was guessing. SWEAR.)
HOWEVER: I am on painkillers. Wheeee! I usually go crazy-hyper on painkillers, and right now my heart is thump-thump-thumping, but I can't seem to move from the couch. Except to get more gauze to stuff back in my mouth. IS FUN.
And only because I'm feeling so good and nice and kind, I'll post a picture. This was taken about three minutes after I woke up from the sedation. And about four minutes after the surgery finished. I especially like the stoned-eyes-look and the big white ice pack wrapped 'round my face. And the swelling. I. AM. ZEXAY.