Or: things I no longer have.
I got my wisdom teeth out. It was something like this:
Get asked a dozen times if I'm okay, lie and say yes.
Get put in a chair and told the dangers (which we already learned about—and signed we understood—when we came in for the consultation).
Get a pep talk.
Get an IV.
Take deep breaths. (I counted; I only got to 4.)
Wake up puffy-faced and fuzzy-minded, need help walking to next room.
Lie down with an ice pack, get up and go home with an ice pack, wonder why I'm not asleep.
Seriously, didn't everybody say I'd fall asleep?
Still don't fall asleep.
When tongue has regained enough movement to swallow, take pill with yogurt.
Finally fall asleep.
Spend next days napping and eating pudding and rinsing mouth out with warm saltwater (which is actually lovely because for a moment my mouth actually feels clean).
Stay home and don't go anywhere until you feel better!!
Also, I need protein! Only I can't use my molars. So here's the food I've been able to eat so far (minus beverages, those are easy):
Also pertinent, I think: I'm missing my first HT conference since I started going the year I turned 12. D: D: D: I just want to take a moment to say THIS IS NOT COOL.
Okay, moment over. I can no longer complain about this. (Haha, like I'll stop.)