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Despite my worry and over-dramatization, I DID survive my wisdom teeth removal. Such is proven by the fact that I am typing this now, whilst listening to a new CD my Daddy generously bought me the day I had the "surgery". Nirvana is very good by the way. But here I'm rambling.
The surgery went well, I took my Valium like a good girl and while I didn't exactly feel care free and happy, there was a modicum of relaxation. At least enough for them to bind my arm tighter then a tourniquet and stick an IV in me. So yes I behaved myself and actually got the bloody thing done, which for those who had taken the time to talk to me, was concern numero uno.
I dunno how many of you have had to have something like this done before, but have any of your nurses had the unescapable compulsion of petting you like a dog? Mine did. And while under the influence of anesthesia it was a bit comforting, afterwards I just consider it a bit odd, but I suppose kind all the same.
Since the whole thing my diet has consisted of vanilla yogurt, vanilla ice cream, milkshakes, and jello pudding. I have tried eggs once or twice and I swear it took 10 years to finish half of one. Tomato soup yesterday! Yay! As you can tell its been a slow recovery. Jaw pain -- I can't open my jaw further then perhaps a penny's depth (That sucks just in case you can't figure it out); and the insistent paranoia that I'm going to do something to disturb the blood clot.
Also a odd side effect- disrupted sleeping patterns. Pain pills make you sleep during the day when you take them, so you can't sleep at night when you really want to ...Plus sleeping at this point is hard anyway...sleeping on the side of my face HURTS. And even when I sleep on my back I still feel pain. What's with this? Its annoying. But all well... It'll be over soon right? RIGHT? Meanwhile back to work I go...Joyful.
On another topic, I've discovered I was/am very angry towards my "object of affection." After school let out I decided to let him talk to me first seeing as I was tired of always starting everything. It took him a whole month to talk to me. And even then he was unenthusiastic. I almost don't care if he fancies me at this point. I will most likely go all the way to collage graduation and not be kissed or have a boyfriend and most likely not care.
I'm also annoyed with my so-called-"friends" (who really don't care much about me, or start a conversation, or help me out like I do them) and their relationships. I don't need to see a million pictures of you and your dumbass boyfriend making out. A) I hate him and think he's a man-whore who somehow convinces every girl he dates he right up there with God (and by the way you said the same thing just before you dated him), B) You've changed your whole personality and ditched most of your previous friendships to adhere to his wants of you, and C) its just gross.
I am a loner. I'm sick of the people around me and don't care anymore. Most of my gaia friendships are more meaningful then my real ones, where my best friend doesn't even know anything about me. But I'll just continue to smile and pretend I'm happy (just like my poor Mum and Dad do, I worry about them a lot) and curse them all on the inside.
Hope things are good for everyone else, and love and peace and all that.
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