No Wisdom For You!

I dunno what you do when you have no school and don't work Fridays and it's a glorious day, but I get knocked out and have parts of my body completely removed and then thrown away. Wisdom teeth my good friends, are apparently useless and so must be removed. They stabbed my arm, injected me with stuff, I was out like a light, and essentially woke up getting into the car. Which, if I recall correctly involved piques.... Then I almost died in the car a few times because I would fall asleep and my gauze would become saturated. As no part of my face works, this would result in trickles of disgustingness going in places they shouldn't, and violent cough/inhale death fits. Also, I cannot speak hardly at all. I sound like a mentally (this is not supposed to be offensive or in jest) disabled person, unable to create certain sounds at all with my mouth, making communication incredibly difficult.

Day 2
After arriving home (this is yesterday), I ate some yogurt. While bleeding profusely. Not pleasant, let me tell you. Then my family left me entirely alone at home. So I took my for real pain killer, and it took an hour to kick in. Which was horrendous, because at this point I was in pain. Not "Death!" kind of pain, just like, "Holy shoot my face my face my face my face, this is incredibly uncomfortable" kind of pain. Anywho. I then decided to take a bath and see if it would help alleviate said pain. It did, and eventually the drugs kicked in. So I go to get out of the tub. I dry off okay, I put on my giant man plaid shirt okay, then I start walking and my body tries to faint. So I quickly go lay down in my little sister's room, but it's too hot. I couldn't stay there. So I walk/stumble out to the deck, where I lay myself down. Granted, I wouldn't really say that I had complete control of my body. My head hit a little harder than I would have liked, but it's not like I collapsed. But apparently it was pretty loud, because then my little brother comes out, sees me, informs my dad that I've died on the deck, and goes to get him. This resulted in the third degree. What was my name, was I alive, etc etc. All those questions they asked trauma patients and people who have had brain surgery. But I was alive, it was okay, they let me lie on the deck for awhile (pantless, which my littlest brother found to be of import, and informed everyone of in the resulting telling of the "She died on the deck" story.) Then I pretty much went to bed. I awoke here and there in the night, but it wasn't bad and I just went back to sleep. Upon awaking this morning, I had hair like Medusa. Or a colonial wig. It's all about perspective. In any event, I look stunningly attractive at the moment.

Day 3
Day 2 further involved sitting around while a friend did yardwork, and going to an epic party involving delicious (though I could not eat) Armenian barbeque, and dancing. And getting home very late. Then I hated life. And was tired of my face and eating yogurt.

Day 4
I'm sick and tired of this crap, yo.