16 March 2010

dumbed down. UPDATED! and UPDATED AGAIN!

this morning i got my wisdom teeth out at 8 15. on the way home i fell asleep while my mom went into HEB to pick up my pain meds, and when she came back out and woke me up to take my meds, i had to take the gauze out, terrible idea. the local anesthesia had completely worn off. it felt like someone had a knife and was jamming it as far into my gums as it could go. i couldn't help but cry, and i have a pretty impressive pain tolerance. lucky for me i was able to pop an Ultram, which works within a minute and is my new favorite thing.

"PRO DRUG"
[super very awesome]

down side to my miracle drug, it goes away as quickly as it comes on, so the stabbing pain has come back once again. i quickly solved it by popping another pill. i am not hungry at all, but my mom has insisted i eat something, so i'm going to try some chocolate ice cream soup. and it tastes normal and delicious. i am now taking them every hour or two instead of every four hours like the bottle says for fear of the stabbing pain. this is what i look like with my ice packs on, enjoy:

it's like i'm a chipmunk who hoards wash cloths in my cheeks.

maybe more later?
i'm super loopy,
as you can tell by the smile on my face.



EDIT:
i know this may sound crazy, but after this experience i find that i feel like surgery is AWESOME. so, you need to get some teeth out? ok we'll just cut those babies out.

initial reaction? FREAKOUT OMG WHAT IF I DIE OR SOMETHING GOES WRONG AND I FEEL EVERYTHING AND I CAN'T MORE OR TELL THEM AND I'M IN AGONY?! WHAT IF THE PAIN IS SO TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS WHAT WILL I DO OMG OMG OGM?!!?!

solution: my awesome doctor, Dr. Cunningham, reassured me that i would be relaxed and feel nothing. i would go to sleep and wake up without teeth and pain free. to calm my initial nerves? how about a valium for the night before, and an hour before the surgery? yes, please. i slept with ease the night before and had no trouble sliding into the operating chair. next thing i remember i've got an iv in my hand, i say it's burning, they say that means it's working and i'm out cold.

just like magic, i wake up in the recovery room. my previous fear of being in a shit ton of pain was, in hindsight, ridiculous. i proceed to attempt to converse with my fellow recoverers, who are unconscious still, which sends me into a fit of gauze filled mouth hysterics. a girl next to me finally wakes up enough to mumble, so i try and talk to her about how awesome and laughy she will soon feel. everything is funny for a while, and i'm sure half the people around me have no idea what kind of drugs i was given, although i am sure they are jealous.

when a little pain emerges on my bottom left side, Dr. C. is quick to shoot me up with some more local, and his son later will do the same to my right. i mention to my male nurse escort as we walk to the car that i feel like doing a cartwheel would be awesome right now, even though i know it probably isn't that good of an idea. i think he thinks i'm crazy. i hop down some steps and freak him the fuck out because he thinks i'm just falling and proceed to the car where the terrible HEB-drug-wore-off-too-fast scenario takes place.

since then, i have been in little to no pain. i have had melted chocolate ice cream, cool chicken broth, small bites of tilapia, chocolate silk pie, not melted chocolate ice cream, and some green tea. i even woke up after sleeping all night with little pain.

WHAT A RELIEF.




EDIT AGAIN:

ok, so i have to go back on some of what i said, or maybe just clarify a few things. the surgery part, i guess i can still say that part was awesome and surpassed my expectations, but the recovery part, that part isn't so awesome.

it's been a day shy of a week since my surgery, and i am still on a liquid/mushy foods diet. i wake up in a lot of pain once during the night and in the morning, and it has started to take a lot longer for the medicine to take over. i am also starting to feel nauseous and light headed when i take it. i think this is because i'm not just laying in bed all day, and i am actually trying to be a real person and do real people things.

i wish i could have no responsibilities until i was completely healed.

on the other hand, i did have a great week with my friend leesa, who came in town to go to SXSW. we saw a lot of good shows, i bought a lot of new aa shit at the factory flea market, and we even saw Gwar enough times for them to get annoying. i'm sad she's gone.

i think i'll nap now.

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