Sweet and Simple: Wisdom Teeth High and Lows

This Tuesday I woke up shaking. I just had a nightmare about getting my wisdom teeth out. They had hit a nerve and damaged it so badly that I had lost my sense of taste. I got really skinny since eating was no longer a pleasure and was a miserable human being. After I realized it wasn't real, the reality that I did in fact have to get my wisdom teeth out was very real. So Hilary, Mom, and I hopped in the car and drove to Tremonton where the surgery would take place. I was so nervous waiting. I couldn't read, listen to music, play Tetris on my phone, or anything to keep me occupied.

My sister went under first, then it was my turn. I was freaking out in my mind. They started putting the IV in. Just so you know, I absolutely HATE needles, so I had to turn away while they put the blasted thing in my arm. Had to stick my twice. Boo. Then the medicine started kicking in. The room was spinning and my eyes slowly started to close. The next thing I remember was laughing hysterically. The surgeon took me to a room where my sis and my mom were at. Apparently I was super high. I guess I said some ridiculous and funny things, annoying my sister. All I remember was feeling like I was on cloud 9 and the nurse saying, "You'd make a fun drunk." Then it started to wear off when we came back into Malad and all I wanted was the pain medicine.

Night of surgery. I couldn't resist letting you guys enjoy this picture because it makes me giggle.

My poor, bruised arm :( Like I said I HATE needles.

I feel so bad for my sister. She started coming out of the anesthesia while they were working on her last tooth so she was freaking out and really sick to her stomach. I guess her roots were longer than mine so it's no wonder she is in more pain. She has been having a hard time with the pain so please still keep her in your prayers. Me? I have actually been doing really well. Yesterday I was practicing piano, reading, and such.