I got my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday morning. It was a hazy blur thanks to the sedative but I know Wrecking Ball supported me quite a bit. I don't think I would have felt comfortable with how absolutely fucked and high I was if I didn't have him there with me. He got me home safely and put me to bed. I think I wanted him to stay with me (actually I know I did, I just don't know if I tried to communicate that) but the anaesthetic prevented me from saying anything he could really understand and also I was asleep for a solid five hours so of course he would have been very bored had he stayed.
That afternoon I passed out, and as soon as I came to, I went under again. This terrified my parents (understandably) so the next thing I knew I was on the couch as paramedics took my blood pressure, and then I was on a stretcher in an ambulance, and then in a bed in the ER. Again, the memory is hazy because of drugs and fatigue. But I know I was panic stricken because of my feelings towards hospitals. I know I was safer there, getting fluids through my IV and having the doctors test me for who knows what. But if I had been more energetic I certainly would have had a full on panic attack. I was quite unhappy and it got worse the longer I stayed - I was there for almost four hours before they cleared me to go home.
The last few days have just been painkillers, naps, soft foods, and so much ice on my face.
Tonight I had some people over for sushi which was quite exciting. Everyone told me they liked it. More people came than I expected though so there wasn't anything leftover, though I thought there would be.
Now painkillers, bed, soft foods, painkillers, and so much more ice on my face for a little longer. I don't look that swollen any more, which is nice.
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