I’m getting my wisdom teeth yanked tonight. And that stinks, because I can’t eat anything all day. Or drink anything. Ugh. I wanted my appointment in the morning, but the oral surgeon only comes to work late afternoons and evenings.
So, I’ve been
working hard to get the house in order reading a favorite novel all morning, ignoring what I should be doing so Levi will have it easy over the next few days as I recover. Yes, I said “days,” plural. She’s given me three to four days to recover, and that’s if I follow her instructions to the T.
To a mom, that’s an eternity. Do you know how much I could get done in those three to four days? A lot. And that’s if I use my planner…which I do. And which I’m currently ignoring in favor of being a bookworm and writing this post.
The surgeon told me that my bottom teeth may present some problems that will make my recovery longer. There’s a cyst-looking thing under one of them that she has a bit of concern about. Plus, since I’m 27, it’s not going to be as easy as it would have been five years ago.
Why didn’t I get them out earlier, you ask? Hm. I’ve been either pregnant or nursing the last five years, and anesthesia doesn’t agree with that too well. That’s why.
So. I wanted to update you all, and perhaps garner some sympathy. You are all invited to my pity party, lasting all day, and probably well into the week. I will serve you Jell-O and Vegetable soup. Because if I can’t eat anything yummy, you can’t either. Out of sympathy for me, obviously.
I am the center of the universe, after all. Ahem. Ok, not really the center, per se, but still… *wink* Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not even the center of my own home! And that’s a-ok with me! Lots less pressure that way.
Things work much better when I keep Jesus there. But, you can still pity me. Just for the fun of it!