I am now back to having only 28 teeth. My wisdom teeth came in while I was in college but I never had any problems until the past couple of months. Recently they have begun moving my other teeth some so I figured it was time to get them removed. Plus, I still have good dental insurance right now so I wanted to do this before that is gone. They put me under using a whole host of drugs so I really remember nothing at all. My last memory was multiplying 14x13. Then, all of a sudden I was in the car with Jeremy and he was asking me questions. He tells me that we had a conversation at the oral surgeon's office, but I don't remember any of it. All I remember is doing sign language, but I thought that was a dream. It wasn't. I really don't remember putting my fleece back on, or my coat, or my scarf. But I guess I did.
Here is a video Jeremy took when we were stopped at a red light on the way to CVS to get my drugs:
I really don't remember much of that conversation at all. I was still a little woozy.
And here is a picture of the flowers he bought me. He's doing a good job taking care of me. Right now he's making me some pumpkin soup for dinner!
Here he is slaving over a hot stove:
So far I feel fine. I've stopped bleeding for the most part. I'm just a bit groggy because of the hydrocodone they put me on. The doctor said I'd probably feel okay the first couple of days but the third and fourth will be worse so not to over do it early. Tomorrow I'm allowed to begin eating normally.