Well, I got my four wisdom teeth yanked out, and I won't go into detail because thinking about it just brings the trauma back, and because I want you to read without having to run to the bathroom to throw up, so just let me say that it hurt. A lot. A whole heck of a lot, and I wasn't even as out of it as they had said I would be. But, at first, I was pretty numb, and so I didn't realize that when I went to wipe what I thought was some drool off my upper lip it was actually blood until I opened my mouth to tell Mom that I needed the rag she had brought with her and more "drool" dripped down into my hand and I looked down and saw blood waterfalling out. Fun, right? And at first, I couldn't even swallow because my mouth was so pugged up, so I couldn't take my pain meds until a few hours had passed. So, basically, all I could do was curl up on the couch with a stuffed dog and cry and spit blood into a bucket.
And that's how I spent the last week of my summer vacation, basically. How was yours?
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