I got my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday morning. Once I went under it seriously felt like the surgery lasted for 6 seconds. The last thing I remembered was them telling me to clear my throat, then ZONK I was out like a light. I woke up, somehow ended up back in my car (I'm assuming Bryan had something to do with that one) then I fell asleep in the safeway parking lot. I wanted jamba juice for breakfast, cause I figured something cold would feel good on the newly formed abysses in my mouth. So, Bryan took my home, gave me my meds with a few bites (no straws!) of my smoothie. I then passed out while he watched a movie. My day from there on out consisted of sleeping, soup, pudding, sleeping, juice and mashed potatoes. I hardly got out of bed, and I think we watched another 2 or so movies. Today has been more of the same, and let me tell you, there is nothing I wouldn't give right now for something solid. Bryan came by after work this morning, made me soup and ate a burger and french fries in front of me. :( all I wanted was one little fry! Even a squishy one! But no, I was tomatoe soup for me. And then pudding. And then a movie and a nap. Bryan is taking way to good of care of me. I just want to be bad and eat a sandwhich!
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