You may have noticed that I've been away from my blog this week but I've got a terrific excuse! On Tuesday I went in to get four wisdom teeth extracted. Boy was that a wild ride. Actually, it was terrifying, mostly because I couldn't eat for 12 hours before the surgery (terrible, right). I had butterflies all Tuesday morning and when we got to my dentist's office I almost couldn't take it anymore. They called me back to the operating room and the sweet staff immediately began with the IV and the oxygen. They covered me in blankets and asked me a few general questions before I told my husband that I felt funny. Next thing I know, I'm being wheeled out to my car. Everything was pretty blurry from there. I just remember my husband laughing a whole lot and me trying to talk with a mouth full of gauze. When I got home my husband got a couple bags of ice for my cheeks and used pillows to prop them up to my face while I slept. I did a whole lot of that yesterday. My husband even documented my misery.
Before getting some much needed rest, I scribbled a vicodin-induced grocery list for my husband.
Check out my delirious handwriting. The list reads:
- Ice pack, gauze, ice bag (?), frozen yogurt mango or tropical, chocolate chunk ice-cream maybe Ben and Jerrys, iced caramel macchiato (underlined multiple times), superfood and kiss
This has been my survival kit for that last couple days. I'm in and out of consciousness throughout the day, and I feel pretty nauseous/tired/useless. Thankfully my sweet husband was able to take a couple of days off from work to babysit me (literally). He is by far the best husband in this galaxy.
Oh, I also considered posting photos of what I look like, now that the swelling has really set in, but I thought I'd spare you guys the nightmares. It really is that frightening.