I had my wisdom teeth removed on Thursday. All four of them. To say I look pretty unattractive right now is an understatement. I have swollen, bruised up cheeks (seriously, I bruise like a peach and the surgery has me sporting some lovely black, blue, green and yellow bruises on my face), dry lips (because it hurts too much to open my mouth to put chapstick on), eyebrows that need to be waxed (because I had an appointment for Saturday but there is NO WAY IN HELL I'll go to the mall looking like this), and an overall drugged up look to my face.
I don't think I've ever been in so much pain and I'm so annoyed that I've had to stay in bed for 5 days straight. I can't eat anything that's not "soft and mushy" (i.e: ice cream, mashed potatoes, soups, yogurt, jello) which was fine for the first two days but now I'm craving real food. I tried to eat some pasta but was rudely awakened when the pain it caused me made me cry. Like my mom so eloquently put it "You know it's bad when she refuses to eat pasta."
The only upside to this whole ordeal was the fact that I got 3 days off work (Thursday, Friday and Monday) and that I've been laying (lying?) around watching mindless and nerdy TV. Hello "Toddlers and Tiaras" and "Gangland". Oh, and I also became very close friends with about 10 Lifetime movies. My mom has been pretty great too. She took Thursday and Friday off to go to surgery with me and to take care of me and to "just be here in case you need me". Moms > anyone else in the world. She's put up with my whining, my crying, my food demands, my medicine schedule and my need of hugs and kisses ha ha. God, my mom is a saint. Maybe I should bake her a cake. From scratch. Or cookies. From the store.
Other than that, I got calls and texts from random people and a visit from my two girl coworkers. I should just stop calling them coworkers and go right ahead and call them my friends. Did you know there was a time in my life when I had ONE friend? Seriously. Just one. My BFF. She was it. The weird thing is that I kinda sorta didn't want to be friends with her anymore but couldn't bring myself to break it up because then? I would have NO friends. Things kept getting better and better in the friend department, though. Now I have a BAZILLION friends (not really, more like 10) and it's really nice.
In guy news, guess who keeps calling and texting and generally bothering me even though I told him a million times to stop? Yup. My ex. Also, there's two new guy prospects that I need to tell you about.
Tomorrow, though. Right now, I need to take my old friend Oxycodone and pass the hell out.