Raging, Ranting, Raving, and Rhapsodizing

Yesterday was my last day at work. I went straight home and to the dentist immediately thereafter in order to pay the man 800 dollars to take 4 of my teeth out. I was so nervous, but I don't remember anything but feeling a sharp poke in my arm from the IV, and then slowly waking up, hearing unfamiliar voices and feeling very confused. Then I heard Stephen's voice and I knew whatever was going on must be ok. I made a groggy attempt to reach my hand out to him and he held my hand and kept talking to me. I slept the whole way home. I remember hearing Stephen saying he was going to the store, and later hearing him say that he brought me a special treat- coconut chicken soup from our favorite Thai restaurant (if you're ever in Denver, please please ask me for directions to this place!).

I slept 4 or 5 hours yesterday afternoon, and another 10 last night. Surprisingly I'm barely swollen at all and I'm not too sore, though my mouth smells like something crawled down my throat and died, and tastes much, much worse. I was allowed to drink a sip of water yesterday morning with my birth control and I brushed my teeth, but I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything else before the surgery, including gum. I haven't been allowed to brush my teeth since the surgery, until at least 3 today, and my mouth is a foul, terrible place right now. I can't imagine that eating my Thai food is going to improve the situation much, though it's going to be delicious.

I think I might take a Vicodin and go back to sleep. The sooner this is over, the sooner I *get to* start packing. Yippee.