So, while I'm semi-lucid I thought I'd tell y'all the story about the year I got my wisdom teeth removed for Christmas and spent the week in pain and on drugs.
Oh wait, that's now.
I had my stupid wisdom teeth removed Tuesday. Well, I had three removed. The fourth was fused to bone and couldn't be removed, despite my oral surgeon hitting it with a mallet several times BECAUSE WE'RE IN MEDIEVAL TIMES AND MEDICINE HAS NOT EVOLVED TO THE POINT WHERE YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE HAMMERED IN THE FACE. As if that wasn't a party on its own, one of my teeth had to be broken to be removed. They gave me laughing gas, but I didn't laugh.
So, was told I would have a lot of pain on the left side. I was not prepared for the amount of pain I have had. We're talking knocked out by Mike Tyson pain. I was give pain killers, but they somehow choose when they want to work. My face is pretty swollen on that side as well. It's just the look I wanted for Christmas.
They also lasered my frenulum, so my top lip is nice and swollen and the left corner of my mouth is a little ripped. Ain't no kissing under the mistletoe this year.
Tonight my family went to a family Christmas party and I am home watching Iron Chef America with ice packs on my face. I may or may not be up to the Christmas Eve party tomorrow night. Maybe I'll just wait for Santa to come down the chimney so I can kick his ass for bringing me pain and suffering.
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