Ow.

[stillane]

Except, not so much as I anticipated. Knock on wood.

Operation: Wisdom Tooth has gone off without a hitch. I am now officially wisdom-less.

For them that want to know:

I was suitably impressed by the surgeon and his people. They took me in, dealt with my freakout level - because apparently surgery can go on my list of bonafide phobias, right under snakes - and then offered me music. I got to conk out to the Barenaked Ladies, so it wasn't all bad. I felt bad for the poor anesthetist, though, who felt bad because he couldn't get the first vein to thread. (It seems I'm all flash and no follow-through. No comments, please.) We got there eventually, though, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up feeling like a groggy chipmunk.

Spent yesterday on the couch, mother in full hover mode and dog being bizarrely intuitive. From the second I wandered through the door, he stuck to me like glue. Quiet glue, even, which is a big thing for him. I love my pup.

I am not as puffy as expected, either. Also, I'm possibly done with the vicodin; as it turned out, it made me less loopy, more sleepy. Sorry to disappoint those of you hoping for barely coherent ramblings of drugged delusion. *g* So, all in all, it's going well. I'm achy and I miss solid foods, but word has it both limitations should be getting gone soon. I'm about to go take a bubblebath and hide out on the couch again, this time with added entertainment. Now, if only the house were configured for wireless...

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[stillane.livejournal.com]

take the second dose before the first runs out.

Ah, the wisdom lesson of the ages. As it turns out, wasn't so much done with the soreness, so the vicodin is hanging around for one more day. My only disappointment is that my seasons of Highlander are not going to arrive in time to entertain me in my delirium; I think I held off on the purchase slightly too long. No men with long hair, long swords, and short kilts to parade through my living room. *sigh* What is the world coming to?

The puppy does, in fact, have adorably goofy ears. One of these days I'll get around to owning an actual digital camera, and post some pics of the assorted zoo. Between my dog, the Mini Heathen From Hell Who Employs Cuteness As Defensive Strategy (a.k.a. the Jack Russell), the two cats, the two rabbits, the sister's fish, and the frog, we've got a full compliment. And as of yesterday, we have a boarder in the form of a winged friend. We joke that my dad's going to retire and change his name to Noah. Or Francis. *g*