Wisdom Teeth

I've decided that being home is the best way have surgery, and recover. I have had the same dentist since I've had teeth, and I refused to let anyone else take my wisdom teeth out. He doesn't work on Fridays, but because that was the soonest I could be in town, he specifically came in to the office to take my wisdom teeth out. He called later Friday night to check on me, and told my mom that I was like his daughter because he's known me for so long. All I'm saying is that he better not retire before I lose all of my teeth.

I have no funny stories to re-tell you post-surgery. I took a pill that knocked me out and was on laughing gas for the surgery. I don't remember much after that, but I do have the stories that my mom and David shared with me. I cried when the surgery was over, and remember getting put in a wheelchair to leave, but do not remember getting in the car or into my bed. I've been told that in the car, I started out sitting up and eventually made it to be sprawled out, head hanging upside down. My mom and David didn't think that was the best position for me to be in, and when they tried to move me, I started to cry. Following that, I couldn't breathe, so I apparently just started blowing everything out of my nose…without a tissue. David said that was his favorite part. When I woke up later that day, my mouth was still very numb. My mom had me take one of my pain medications, where I began to cry and asked for help. My mom told me she couldn't swallow the pill, but I told her that I couldn't find my mouth. She finds this story quite hilarious. I, however, do not remember it. All that I know is that I was very emotional, and I'm glad that I can walk around again. I am also very thankful for my mom and my David. They were the best nurses I could have asked for and have definitely helped in speeding up my recovery.

Today was fantastic. After a bath this morning and a good nap, I have been outside, enjoying the warmth and sunshine in my mom's backyard. I even attempted to tan my legs a little. My mom braided my hair, and attempted to do my eyebrows for me…I finished up hehe. She wasn't wearing her good glasses.

I told my mom's David that growing up in San Antonio, all that I wanted was a white Christmas. Now, living in Colorado, I am so grateful for a warm, sunny Christmas, with family.