Today I had my first Valium, my first dental procedure, and my first surgery. It was probably the weirdest feeling I’ve experienced in my life. When I woke up afterward I didn’t have any pain or nausea, but I immediately started crying. I was overwhelmingly emotional, which was NOT in my patient education handout. I guess they’re not used to such hormonally-imbalanced women as me.
Apparently they had to break my bottom two teeth up into pieces to remove them. How pleasant. So far – other than the first few hours when my mouth was stuffed with gauze that made me want to gag (but I guess that was better than when I removed it only to have my mouth fill up with blood within minutes making me look like a character out of a horror movie) – the most annoying part of the whole ordeal has been the numbness of the entire bottom half of my face. I somehow managed to get down some chicken broth a few hours after I got home, but when a piece of vegetable made it into my mouth I completely lost track of it. It could still be in there somewhere as far as I know.
Like a crazy woman, I am still planning on attending a conference at work for the next two days. Since I utterly refuse to wear the hideous ice pack in public, I am aware that this may result in some additional swelling and/or bruising. But seriously, it’s either that or this:
Don’t worry, David is going to drop me off at the bus stop so I don’t have drive, and I’ll have free reign to take all the pain medicine I want to. Within prescribed parameters, of course. It’s silly, but I’m not even upset about having to attend the conference (which I kind of did to myself), but I’m heartbroken over the fact that I won’t be able to eat the free meals provided. Instead it’ll be Slim Fast, juice, and soup for me, which I have to say is highly unsatisfying. Now that I can only have liquids all I can think about is cheeseburgers, fried rice, and quesadillas. And is it just me, or are there WAY more commercials about food lately??
Anyway. Let’s all pray that I have no crazy complications, that I don’t end up looking like a hamster, and that I make it through the next two days without completely embarrassing myself. Not too much to ask, right?