I’m officially 4x less wise!

Wisdom teeth surgery went fine! I really shouldn’t have told anyone about it, because everyone had a horror story to share, and it just made me worry needlessly. I’m a little sore, but not very swollen, although the dentist said the bruising probably won’t show up until tomorrow.

My biggest concern about the whole thing was what I’d say as I woke up. My dad said the first thing I said when the nurse asked how I was feeling was, “I wish I could sleep like that every night.” Then when she sent me on my way and said to take it easy, I said, “Thank you, you are beautiful.” So… that’s not so bad, right? I’m kinda charming when I’m on drugs? Good to know. That said, I remember none of that, so I’m really just taking his word for it. My dad would absolutely be the first person to tell me if I did something ridiculous, though, and never let me live it down.

NOW I GET TO EAT RICE PUDDING FOR TWO DAYS YAAAAAY (this is not sarcasm, I love rice pudding)