Pain, Amoxicillin, and Drool

Well, the wisdom teeth are finally out.

I had one chance in high school to have it done, when my dad so lovingly suggested we cross the border to Mexico where they do it cheap. Seriously, Dad? Seriously? I said no thanks

(of course!), but the last three months they started hurting so badly that I even started regretting that decision. Yeah, they hurt THAT bad.

Thankfully it never came to a trip across the border, because, as I mentioned earlier, we finally got insurance. School starts up again next week,

so I went ahead and got all four of them out.

WHAT A WACKY EXPERIENCE!

I go into the operating room, sit down, they stick an IV in my arm, I make a comment about how much I LOVE the James Christensen painting on the wall (Who wouldn't?), and then I'm waking up to a BLURRY James Christensen painting on the wall while trying to spit out the bloody gauze in my mouth. I didn't even know the IV was the anesthesia! Then I vaguely remember walking into another room, but nothing, NOTHING else. I've never been put out before, but,

WEIRD!

Did I mention how fun the blood and drooling is?

Or the numb tongue that feels like a foreign object in my mouth that gets in the way every time I try to swallow?

Or the PAIN? OH, THE PAIN!

Ok, I admit, I am fishing for sympathy, as I pretend I'm the only one who has ever had their wisdom teeth out.

However, I still wouldn't mind a smoothie or icecream, or homemade soup...(Hint, Hint)

By the way, I apologize for any weirdness or bad spelling. I'm doped up.

Now THAT is fun.