Sam's Blog

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So I had my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday. It wasn’t as bad as I expected. The procedure itself took less than an hour. Josh, being the lovely boyfriend that he is, stayed and waited for me. My surgeon was funny. He made fun of my laugh constantly. He said that it sounded like Woody Woodpecker. That helped me ease my jitters, especially since it took him 4 tries to start my IV. It looks like I have track marks on my arm now, but I don’t really care. I was a little out of it right after I woke up. Josh and I went to pick up my drugs and then went to the grocery store to buy soft and liquid foods. I was surprisingly alert and after popping one of my pills, I felt no pain really. Angela came over and we hung out for hours (she is great). She got me some soup and we were entertained by the first season of Scrubs. The pilot still cracks me up. I forgot about a lot of little things on the show, so it was nice to finally watch most of it in one sitting without any commercials or distractions. Angela left after a few hours and I passed out for a bit. I was worried though because I was still bleeding and I was slowly running out of gauze. I didn’t realize that I would be bleeding so much (though I was expecting blood, but not that much). It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a sore throat. It hurts a lot and it doesn't help with my liquid diet. The meds don't really help with my throat either. Boo. I eventually ate some soup and some ice cream and it wasn’t that bad, overall. It felt like I was on my way to a speedy recovery. I slept with no gauze in because I didn’t want to drool too much (though I knew that I was going to regardless). The bleeding had decreased a lot, so it wasn’t too bad. All night, I would wake up at random times and I would swallow a mouthful of blood and saliva. It was gross, but then I got used to it. The taste of my own blood wasn’t that bad.

I slept for a really long time last night. I was a bit swollen, but not too noticeable. I ate some yogurt and some more soup. I am already getting sick of soup, it’s sad. Nate was back in town (yay!) and was going to 3rd street and I was feeling fine (except with the being drugged up) and was going a bit stir crazy in the apartment, so I went along with him. It was nice to be out. We met up with Lisa L. and we ate and shopped for a bit. I ate my first solidish type food (mozzarella sticks and potato skins) and it wasn’t too shabby. My jaw feels sore still, but not too bad. I just hope that the food doesn’t get stuck in there and I get dry socket somehow. It sounds way too painful and I don’t think that I can handle it. Nate got a new toy (ipod) and we just chilled at my place for a while and finished up the first season of Scrubs. We had dinner, this time me trying chunky soup, which wasn’t too bad either. Overall, I’m feeling a little loopy and sore, but not too bad. I am mobile at least and that helps a lot too. I cannot stay in the apartment all day. It’s not how I like to recover, I guess. I do miss food, like Tito’s Tacos and random things like tortilla chips and fries. But I am sure I will be back up to eating those things in a few days. Yay! It feels weird to brush over the sockets with my tongue and feel empty holes where my teeth used to be. Strange, but I like it for some odd reason.

I just wanted to say thanks to all of those who have checked in on me. I really appreciate it and it means a lot. I apologize if I didn’t make much sense in some of the phone or IM conversations…I blame it on the drugs.

S&TC quote of the day:
“Just because I don't eat at the restaurant doesn't mean I can't hear the specials.” – Stanford (Season 3 – Politically Erect)