On Thursday my four wisdom teeth were removed.
I was so nervous, I actually had a 5 page txt message ready to send out to you all (in my phone list) telling you how if I ever told you I cared about you I was for serious. They were gonna put me to sleep, and that scared me.
So, steve took me to the dentist's office on Thursday at 8 a.m. I went in and they had everything ready. The dentist told me everything was going to be alright, then he asked if my mom had signed the consent form, and I was like "uh...why would my mom need to do that?" and he said "How old are you?" and I said "26" and he looked at me and puzzledly said "Oh...well, then I guess you get to sign it".
When he was more or less explaining the procedure, I was thinking of what would happen if I died? The first thing I thought was "My mom will probably have a heart attack and would never recover from losing me, my dad would cry and keep all of my Curious George and Speed Racer things because he knows of the love I have for them, my brother would cry a lot, and name his first daughter after me, or something. And Steve? What would Steve do? that was on my mind when the doctor asked "What's your favorite drink Jess?" and he put the mask over my face, so I said "Well, there's this place where they make an excellent Watermelon Mojito... Hey Doc, do you know how to make the perfect mojito?"
"No, but why don't you tell me"
"well, let me tell you, first you...kinda..."
I woke up crying like a little girl, and all I heard was "Jessi, it's ok, wake up, wake up" and the nurse was drying my tears and asking why was I crying? I said "because it hurts" I don't know how long it took, but Steve was waiting for me, and I instantly went Celebrity Mode, I put my dark shades on and got in the car, he got my medicine, and I took my first Vicodin pill. I got home and slept until it was time to take another one, and another one, and another one. For the past 5 days I've been on Vicodin, milk, two bowls of soup, and a Max Brenner chocolate milkshake that Min brought for me. All of this while reading a great book (The Thirteenth Tale), playing my DS and watching the complete Sex & The City series, and the Mets games. What else could a convalescent girl ask for? Never to go through dental pain again.
I'm the mellowest I've ever been, and it's not so good, because everything is moving slowly. haha.
On top of that, my family came from Chicago, and I can't take my cousin to many places because of how i'm feeling, so my plan of taking her to the new Justin Timberlake's restaurant might me out of the question, because I can't really eat much, I don't know, we'll see.