Greetings from a slightly drugged-up chipmunk!
Day 3 post-wisdom teeth extraction and I am still feeling the effects of the surgery. Despite educated advice from my peers--"Don't make any plans... all you'll want to do is sleep!"--I secretly had high hopes for my recuperation period. I envisioned myself sipping tea while day-trading stocks, writing a few excerpts of a novel, and perhaps painting my upstairs office a bright new hue. I had my heart set on productivity, yet somewhere between the planning and fulfillment of these tasks, my dreams were dashed by puffy cheeks, ice packs and Codeine. To add insult to injury, I fell ill with the flu two days before my appointment, so my body longed for rest and relaxation instead of activity. So much for the whole superwoman thing.
Now I'm just living it up on vanilla pudding, orange strawberry banana juice, and Tylenol 3s. Oh, and sleep. Lots of sleep. To be honest, I took a wee nap in the middle of writing this post and I would still be sleeping if Roger didn't come along and pinch my feet. (At least it wasn't my cheeks... that would have ended badly.)
Prior to my operation I was quite nervous. I feared that the anaesthetic would fail to reach me in time or that I'd freak out at the sight of the IV needle before the nurse could administer it. Luckily I was out like a light and awake again in what felt like seconds. The only thing I remember is telling the hygienist that I thought she was pretty. It was by far the quickest $1950 dollars I ever spent on something I technically never got to "experience". I slept the rest of the day with two ice packs secured to my face with a stretchy hairband. Thank goodness for Gravol and a boyfriend to hold my hair back... I was sleepy and nauseas for the remainder of the day.
Roger was designated as my Responsible Adult and on-demand hugger; he made sure I took my medications in a timely manner and kept me upright through my dizzy spells. He also made the wise choice of buying a Snack Pack of pudding. He even ate the chocolate cups so I didn't have to.
Even though my cheeks are swollen and sore and I can feel stitches in my gums, I managed to find the silver lining in my discomfort. For starters, my parents sent me beautiful flowers from the homeland with well wishes for a speedy recovery. So thoughtful, I love them!
Also on the bright side, I've had SIX vanilla pudding cups since Thursday.
I made smoothies for breakfast each morning--the most acceptable and healthy way to indulge in dark chocolate everyday.
I treated myself to an expensive scented candle--a necessary pick-me-up until I can enjoy my own baking again.
And when you're slightly drugged up, you can easily get away with silly things like dressing your dog up in a fuzzy scarf and taking pictures of him on a new fancy doormat. He later ate said mat.
It was not ideal to get sick and have my wisdom teeth removed in the same week, but the optimist in me sees it as a blessing--as soon as the pain wears off, I'll be ready to tackle the world and feel awesome while doing it--just with four less teeth.