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Argh, jaw pain, man they must have had to cut deep to get those wisdom teeth out on my lower manible cuz yow are they sore now.
But the surgery itself was awesome, I didn't feel anything, except I was extremly nervous on the way there and while I was waiting. Then they just gave me nitrous, and my legs started feeling tingly and floaty, sprayed some cold stuff, stuck the IV in and next thing I knew it was over with! I swear I blinked my eyes like once and it was done, the nurse was helping me get out of my chair into a comfortable wheel chair and bringing me over to the recovery room where my mom was.
It felt so odd, I was very loopy and stumbly, but giggling a lot cuz it felt really funny, I was seeing double for a little while but eventually my vision got regular again, I just couldn't walk well to the car, the nurse helped me out of there and kept nodding off while my mom went and got all the perscriptions they recommended. Pain killers, anti-inflammatory, and Penacillin. I've mostly been taking motrin because Vicadin honestly doesn't do much except make you feel funny and want to sleep, which I will be doing now because I just took some to go to bed cuz my jaw is sore and I want to fall asleep quickly.
Luckily I had absolutely no bad reactions to the Anethestic, which shocked me because my body is really sensitive to drugs, especially my stomach and I felt just perfectly fine the whole day except for the expected soreness in my mouth and having to pack my cheeks with gauze till the bleeding stopped. My energy was just fine until about a few hours ago I started getting tired again, took a nap and missed my show but oh well, I want to chat with my friends but I'm too sleepy, and I'm starting to feel fatigued all over so I should rest. I still walked my dog though so I wasn't that bad, I was mostly just watching television downstairs and eating lots of jello and applesauce, which is getting boring really quickly!
I want more solid foods, and was naughty and snuck some in, like I had some dark chocoalte M & Ms, I ate them really carefully and damn were they good, I can't just live off of that soft s**t dammit!I love food too much! I mostly ate soup then and snuck in a cookie too, ahahaha. I took a few sips of Pepsi my mom got me but it was too cold so virtually I've have like no pop at all which is a record but I didn't want to risk upsetting my tender areas in my mouth.
Now I'm starting to feel funny and sleep from the drug, I should call it a day, sleep is good and sleep is great.
Lena
P.S. Good thing I took care of my horny business last night cuz I probably won't be in the mood to masturbate for a few days, but damn that was a good one last night, just felt like writing it down to remember it sweatdrop goddammit I need a man but I have so many issues still, and I'm really not attractive to myself right now, I'm overweight, I don't even want to know how much I weigh now, every time I think I lose weight I end up gaining it and it's so depressing. Sure doesn't help that my family keeps reminding me about it "You gotta work out and lose weight", "stop drinking pop," "Oh you don't need to eat that".
They say they are being honest but I keep telling them it just discourages me and makes me feel bad, my dad doesn't get that telling me I'm overweight does NOT motivate me at all, it brings me down and makes me worse. I tell them that many times, they don't listen to me, they hardly ever do, only my mom understands it because we have mostly the same mindset about things. My Dad is kinda a dork sometimes on how to talk to women and he's not the most compassionate guy or knwos what to say in certain situations, he thinks differently and handles problems differently than I do, it's very frustrating. I had a blow out with him last week, it was really bad, he literally cornered me, trapped me, in my own room, wouldn't let me leave till we talked and I was seriously ready to just throw myself at him or out the window because he was just making me hysterical and upset and kept making comments that made it worse and I just wanted to be left alone to calm down. I finally got past him and locked my self in the bathroom and waited till I calmed down, though I kept crying on and off all night.
Cause of my stupid b***h manager at my new job, she is so a**l about everything, and she keeps talking to my sister who she is friends with. (My sister helped me get the interview for the job) then my sister tells me what she says when she says something bad and I got really upset because I'm working my a** off at this job really bad, and doing everything I can to please this woman, and she's getting ******** worked up because my shirt doesn't stay tucked in. Well the only black pants that fit me now are stretchy black pants so they are kinda lose, the shirt is big, so it falls OUT. Alex told me srsly that if I don't keep it tucked in for her and the owner she'd ******** fire me, what a buncha bullshit. Firing someone over a shirt?? I'm always on time to work, always do what she tells me to do, I haven't made any major screw ups, I'm really trying to work hard. Hell I totally cut myfinger on one of the machines there, got 3 stitches and still came into work the next day when I coulda used a doctor's nose to skip out, but I didn't! Granted I had to miss the day I got the injury cuz I had to go to urgent care and wait for 3 hours, but that couldn't be helped, I needed those stitches badly.
Sigh, this just reminds me too much of my parents, where it seems no matter how hard I try I don't feel like I please them and with my manager I feel like she really doesn't like me that much, that I'm letting her down somehow even though I'm trying my best with what I have, I just get that vibe from her yanno? Although she complimented me yesterday about my cashier skills but I think she just did it because the owner was there and he's a super nice guy and treats us nicely.
Wow rambling, gotta go sleep now, bye.
 The Lena · Wed Mar 07, 2007 @ 05:43am · 1 Comments |
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