So, this wisdom teeth thing is kicking me in the ass. I kept thinking, “This is no big deal. I’m so tough.” Then I threw up next to a Blimpie’s dumpster on the way to work Monday. I guess I should just be happy that I was able to pull over in time. I was sick all morning and haven’t been feeling that great since then. The dentist thinks that I wasn’t eating enough before taking the meds. I guess I can’t be a Vicodin addict like Dr. House.
I am starving all the time now too. I’ve been restricted to only things with the consistency of mush and everything else looks and smells so unbelievably good. The cafeteria at work smelled of barbeque today and I started drooling, and I don’t even like cafeteria barbeque. Plus, I haven’t had caffeine in nearly a week (this is a big deal) since carbonation is apparently bad. I drank coffee and iced tea at work today though so I’m feeling pretty good right now.
I lust for a McAlister's club that would probably break my jaw right now and crispy chips that would get stuck in my incisions.