Yesterday, I went to my long awaited appointment to Omaha. It was an early appointment to cut out all of my wisdom teeth. My mouth is too small to let them grow in fully (Yeah, I know ironic right?).
Constantly I was asked if I was nervous. My answer? Not really, I'm too tired to be nervous. Infact, I was pretty calm the entire time. Except when the oral surgeon was beating on my veins, attempting to find the perfect vein for the IV; he even said that they might try the veins in my feet (fortunately, a vein in my hand worked just fine). I wasn't put asleep, but I didn't feel any of the pain. Quite the surreal experience actually.
Overall, it was not too awful of an experience. However, now that I am supposed to eat soft food only and I am supposed to take it easy, all these food commercials are driving me up a wall. That's okay. I've always been inventive with my food (ex. PB&J without the bread, carnation milkshakes, etc).
So here I am, four teeh less wise, not feeling too much pain (thank you generic Vicodin), and preparing for my trip to Germany in less than a week.
Yup. Just another day on the ant hill.
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