Well, my wisdom teeth are out now…

… And I feel like someone hit me upside the head with a sledge hammer. Ow. I’m very glad they prescribed me some high-power pain meds otherwise I’d be laying in bed right now doing my impression of an animal in death throes….

So, for the next few days, it looks like I’m catching up on my reading, putting some time in on that soundtrack for the heritage group. Might go out and work with my calf, Ochs. Or, I might just sleep.

The strangest thing about my appointment yesterday? When they had me sign a form verifying they were only pulling four teeth… and when I was done they handed Hubby six teeth….?? I mean, WTF? My regular dentist took a look in my mouth for me because we were paranoid and said I have all the teeth I’m supposed to have, but I’m going to have a chat with the surgeon anyway, lol. What if I ended up with someone else’s chompers????

The best thing about my appointment yesterday? When I was sitting in the recovery room, still way loopy from the anesthetic and my Husband came in and sat down next to me because I murmured I was cold (side effect from the drugs). I leaned over, smelled his arm, then smiled and said “Hubby.” Then, when the surgeon came in and greeted Hubs, he said “I don’t think I’ve met you before –” and I drunkenly slurred, “This is my Hubby. He’s a nice guy.”