My wisdom is gone!

It has been a pretty crazy week! I finished my master's program last Wednesday and am done with grad school!! Instead of celebrating all the knowledge I have gained and the education I now have, I celebrated by removing my wisdom the next day. I got my wisdom teeth pulled the next morning, and I seriously think it mad me dumber (but hopefully that is just the medications)!

Day of Surgery:
I had been so nervous to have the surgery because I had never been put to sleep or had an IV. The surgery itself was a piece of cake, and I stayed pretty out of it all day. I remember bits and pieces of the blissful loopiness. I remember telling Jose I could spoon feed myself my smoothie, but then he was laughing because it was dripping down my face without me even knowing. I remember him waking me up to make me ice my face, change the gauze, eat, and get medicated. By the evening I was joking around with him and watching a movie.

Day after:
I slept very well aside from the 3 am hour of pain (which for some reason still continues), and woke up feeling pain free and energized. My face was swollen, but I thought it was funny. Here is my best attempt at the biggest smile I could make:


I basically sat around all day eating popsicles, the worlds best mashed potatoes (thanks Jose!), and pudding and watched movies. By the evening I was feeling well enough to go house hunting.

Day 3:
Worst day of my life! I thought because the previous two days went so well, I was well enough to travel 4 hours to visit relatives. Word of advice, bumpy truck ride and post-operative condition DO NOT mix. Instead of visiting with my favorite cousins, I spent the day in the hotel room feel horribly nauseous and intense pain. I finally got enough energy to visit for a few hours, but that ended with a run to the bathroom to puke (thanks for holding my hair back Jose!).

Day 4:
Feeling slightly better, or at least enough to fake it with family (remember even if I think I'm smiling, by expression does not convey it). It was a very uncomfortable and painful day.

Day 5 :
Well I should have been at work, but the pain would not go away. I slept all day (except for 30 minutes of Jon and Kate). Jose called the doctor to see if my symptoms were normal and they asked that I come in. The drive from my house to the doctor reset the nausea button, and I had fun throwing up in the office bathroom. After Dr. Slaughter (should have been my first hint huh?) looked at my mouth he said everything is normal.

Day 6: 3 am hour of pain continues and my mouth hurts too much to go to work again! Plus I don't think I'd be that effective when I can barely move my mouth, and I'm not supposed to drive if I am using Vicodin. There is lots of improvement today. I have been able to eat oatmeal and soup, and the pain is more manageable. At this point I think I will be able to work tomorrow.

It is funny that I had been nervous about the first two days, and they went great. It never crossed my mind that I wouldn't be at work this week! However, I have the best husband in the world, who has waited on me hand and foot. I am so lucky to have him! He has gone above and beyond what I could have imagined, and has set the bar high for how good of care I need to give him when he gets his wisdom teeth taken out!