wisdom teeth

these dang wisdom teeth have sure ticked me off.

whosever idea it was to put full grown molars into my jawline, let them get all nice and cozy... and then have them ripped and sawed out, and have these empty gaping holes stitched up into my overly sensitive mouth... whosever idea this was. please tell me why.

my friend kylie texted me the day i got those bad boys pulled out. she wished me luck, and warned me that getting hers out literally was the worst thing that ever happened to her. and she said that with no dramatic's being intended.

well kylie, i believe you.

post surgery it wasn't too bad. i came home, passed out in my jeans. posted really weird picture's on instagram, watched all of my old hulu episodes i hadn't got caught up on yet, and ate a snack pack. then 8:00 hit, and so did the vomit that hit the bottom of my bloody gauze filled trash can. stiches in my mouth, vicodin running through my veins, and v o m i t?????? vomit. how dare you wisdom teeth. being a redhead, i'm obviously a little over sensitive to my meds, and with zero food in my stomach... it was a deadly combination. (vomit. really?? really?)

day two wasn't too cheeky either. i again, couldn't eat anything all day. i felt sick. and once 8:00 hit again, more vomit. this time it came in multiple rounds. i even got to the point of straight dry heaving. making demonic sounds and whatever else came out of my mouth. oh! and then the best part. my nose. vomit started coming out OF MY NOSE. how DARE you wisdom teeth. now i had an acid stung nose, a bloody/vomit stanky mouth, zero pain pills in my system, and an aching jaw. w h a t  d i d  i  d o  t o  d e s e r v e  t h i s??????

day three. me, mom, and tay watched "one tree hill" all morning. then they went to church, i thankfully consumed 1/2 of a vicodin, this time with zero vomit! then passed out. woke up had chicken noodle soup. popped a sleeping pill. and asleep i went.

day four. today. my jaw hurts. i'm scared i have a dry socket. or that there is food stuck up there. or it's a halloween curse and i'm a zombie and this is me slowly transforming into a beast of a girl. really, after these past few day's a n y t h i n g could happen. 

i had been all kinds of depressed. not talking to anyone. just shaking my little old head with  yes or no answers whenever my mom asked me something. feeling so so sorry for myself. getting headaches from any text messages, and dreading going back to work. pathetic, i know. 

BUT! megan moo came to the rescue. my dead (<-----i meant dear*, but that typo is too funny to delete....haha) friend megan came to visit me. and how i needed that! i was laughing, joking, and snapping pictures before i knew it. human contact! wwwooooowwww.

tonight i'm sleeping in my bed instead of the couch and/or the recliner chair. and oh! let me tell you. this bed is still just as comfy. and my jaw still hurts.  but i ain't in no hurricane, and my power is still on. so tonight i'll suck it up.

my prayers go out to everyone out on the east coast! especially my dear sweet friends, the reid family. (which they won't really need it, because they got tammy and no one messes with tammy and lives to talk about it. she hit a girl with her car at BYU you know, and that was just a rain storm. could you imagine her in a hurricane!?)

please pray that my mouth heals. 

loves and turtle doves.

keng