Apparently some of us aren't allowed to have major or minor crisis and not post about it because ms Katie will chase us down and chop off our heads. I was out of work thursday and friday because I was busy having an operation. I had to have all of my wisdom teeth taken out. ALL OF THEM. AT THE SAME TIME. UNANIMOUSLY. People, I have stitches inside my mouth. Plus, the doctor cut me. As in, there are cut marks inside my cheek. As in, not anywhere near the back of my mouth. As in, he was playing some sort of crazy tic tac toe game with the nurse. Did I mention that there are stitches inside of me? I am scarred people! Call me scarface! Go ahead, Katie.
I don't remember anything of the past week. I remember that the nurse put me under, and then I remember waking up at home. Nothing in between. The Hubby says that I was so out of it. He says that I was complaining about the crappy nurse that wouldn't give me my teeth and they-came-out-of-me-why-can't-I-have-them-back-why-are-they-hazardous-waste-now? But drunkenlike. So now not only can't I not hold more than one beer (probly less than that since it's been years since last imbibing alcohol), apparently I can't hold anaesthesia either. Thank God that there hasn't been any major swelling. Actually, the drugs they gave me are so good, I been mostly dizzy and drowsy all day long. Have no idea what I'm doing at work today though. I've already puked and almost fainted but I will stubbornly stay on. Oh yeah, I go back to skool today after spring break and have a test due today. Guess how much of it is done. Go ahead, take a gander.
Well, you know me, I get pretty impatient.
And the answer, hands down, you are so not allowed to have a major/minor crisis without posting about it.
You don't call me. This is the only means of communication I have with you, after 5 years of silence. And we used to talk alot .
Or maybe that was just me, directing speech at you. Ah, what's the difference?!
Anyways, sorry about the wisdom teeth thing. It's kind of like when someone gets mad at someone else, but finds out later they were a total ass for being mad in the first place. I didn't know. I'm so sorry, G. But I also wasn't mad, just impatient.
I have a very short attention span. You should know this.
Feel better, scarface!
♥ ME
I know, I know. I should've posted about it. In fact, I'm kinda kicking myself in the butt for not posting while high. That would've been fun. It's just that, well. I can't/wont post from home. I don't want to let anyone know about my site. Especially The Hubby. We all know what a party pooper he is. I bet that if I tried to log on and post something, he would go and try to find out what it is. He's afraid of technology and will think that the internet is watching us if I post.
But seriously, once The Hubby saw in the history that I'd been over to Karen from The Naked Ovary and he thought that I was into some sort of freaky porn site. You try explaining that to a technologically challenged pastor. Oh my what fun that was!
Are you flippin' married to a pastor?! Are you like the family in "Seventh Heaven"?! O jeeze.
Not quite...