First of all, MediFast is going pretty well. It's kinda hard not being able to eat really anything, although let me tell you eating bars and shakes and "oatmeal" and "soup" (they're really not bad, I swear) makes you really appreciate eating your one meal of "real food" which last night consisted of chicken and salad. My mom says that it gets easier after about a week because your stomach shrinks, so the stuff will fill me up until the next meal, which aren't supposed to be more than 3 hours apart.
Secondly, the vaguely amusing events of today deserve documentation, so...
I got up early to go to work, ate my "oatmeal" (apple cinnamon, I think there might actually be pieces of dried apple in there! whoo! ...it's the little things. moving on) went to work, etc. Worked until noon, left to go home to get lunch (chicken noodle soup... ish) and then left to drive to my Mom's work in Irondequoit so she could go to the oral surgeon's office with me. We got there, there was this batty chick in the waiting room who I think had just gotten teeth out, she was babbling on because of the medicine they give you. So that was amusing, we fill out the usual million forms, wait a bit, then get called in.
There was a cuuute dog running around the office named Luna who was playing with my Mom while I was chilling.
Here it should be noted that I was under the impression that this was just a check-up sort of thing, a pre-appointment to meet the surgeon and schedule a time to get my teeth removed.
So, the oral surgeon comes in, tells me I need all four of my wisdom teeth out, then goes, so are we doing this today?
... uhhhhhh
yeah. So after discussion with the mumsie and the oral surgeon, I decided to get them out. yeah. Talk about spur of the moment.
Andy, Mr. Sensitive Flower, you might want to skip this part, unless you're ok with needles. It's not bad, I swear.
So anyways, I go into the other room, he puts a butterfly in my arm (it's like an IV but you can attach different things to it or whatev), injected some of the fluid which wasn't going to knock my out but just make me loopy, and I asked him when I would start to feel it. He goes, you tell me... 2 seconds later, mess. so I remember him telling me the first one was done, then I remember my top left side one hurting, which I think I said something about? then I remember a hygienist getting me from the chair into a recovery room, my Mom came back, I remember my mouth being HEINOUSLY dry, and apparently my mom put chapstick on me? I tried standing once and it was a no go, and then I fell asleep laying on this bench thing with my head on a pillow. Loopy. I tried standing again and was good, the surgeon took the nasty ass gauze out of my mouth, and texted you hooligans as I was leaving. Then Mikey called me. aaaand I couldn't talk because my mouth was sketch, and because I think I starting giggling? yay drugs. I handed Mikey off to the mom, (ANDY DON'T READ) and proceeded to spit up blood the rest of the car ride home because the new gauze was only sort of working, and I couldn't swallow. soooo charming.
hokay Andy, you can start reading again :)
so yeah. This was good I guess, because I didn't have time to freak myself out, etc. They're a little sore, but I have looooots of drugs, so we'll see how this works.
Oh, and I get to miss work tomorrow. Score.
miss you guys.
