Fiji was NOT fun

Remember in this post, where I talked about getting my tooth pulled  and how I actually was going to have to get another one pulled? Yesterday was the day folks. My anxiety was pretty low because of my last experience - with the actual procedure being a piece of cake, but the recover not so much. I prepared better for the recovery this time, asking the oral surgeon to call in my prescriptions and offer me some medicine for the ride home. I was ready for my nice little sedation trip, and my well prepared ride home and hoepfully well planned out and improved recovery. Easy breezy, right? WRONG!!!!!
Well, to be fair, the same day recovery was a huge improvement over the last time, but today's pain is much, much worse. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that yesterday's procedure was the complete opposite from my "trip to Fiji", aka the last time. Last tooth pulling was just a molar. Yesterday's was a wisdom tooth. A gnarly, out of control, sideways-growing, gripping onto my jaw for dear life wisdom tooth. Why did no one explain to me, the naive unknowledgeable person I am, that there's a huge difference? So, long story short, the procedure was well over an hour of tugging at my tooth, in which it fell apart. I woke up more than once from my sedation to the sound of my oral surgeon mumbling expletives, and noticing the expression of worry on both of his assistants' (hygenists?) faces. When it was finally all over and I came back to the real world, I felt like I had just woken up from a nightmare - such the opposite from last time. In fact I started to get a little teary eyed when M came in the room and his face was a worldful of worry. I don't remember a whole lot, but I just remember wanting it to be all over so bad, and it was like being trapped in a world where I didn't know what was real or painful, and I didn't know when I would come out of it. Scary stuff people.
My preparation did lay out for a better recovery yesterday - I was able to still play with the Goose and do our nightly rituals and whatnot, unlike last time. However...today? Today is just plain ridiculous. It's not searing pain, but I've got stronger medication - which I hate. I hate feeling doped up. Plus I'm eating very little, so my nausea from both no food and heavier pain meds is out of this world. I can barely talk because opening my jaw is hell on earth, so chewing is out. My poor boss keeps asking me over and over to repeat myself. Yes, you read that right - I'm at work. As much as I'm complaining here folks, I'm a big girl, and I know how to rock the big girl panties. Luckily, there is a Hearty and Hale about a block and half from my office (nothing but soups and more delicious soups), so I'm finally able to get more than a smoothie down.
Overall, I hope to never have a tooth pulled again. Sorry for anyone that I've terrified. And for anyone who had more than one tooth pulled at a time, or handled this better than I - well, I bow down to you. Seriously, you rock the big girl panties way harder than me.
And all this time I'm thinking in the back of my head - "Wuss. And you want to give birth naturally? Sure, okay".

That's all to share today, folks. Coming up soon is my coming-together-plans for the Goose's SECOND birthday. I can't even...2. TWO!!! Tears are forming, so I'm cutting myself off...

Peace.
Katie


PS - This post is likely somewhat incoherent or ridiculous. Or completely. You can thank the Vicoprofin.