The most pathetic birthday story EVER

Yesterday was my birthday.  How did I celebrate?  With oral surgery, of course!  I love having gaping wounds in my mouth.  Actually, I was really excited about this surgery, because IT WAS THE LAST ONE!  I am so sick of thinking about teeth and staring at teeth in the mirror and paying a million dollars to the dentist/orthodontist/oral surgeon to fix all of my teeth problems.  I am sooooo ready to be done.  I just need to give myself two weeks to heal, then I am off to the dentist to get molds for my crowns.  Then I'll have two more weeks of waiting for the crowns to arrive.  THEN I AM DONE!  Of course, we all know that it won't go this smoothly, but I like to pretend that I live in a perfect world.

So my birthday was a bust.  I could only eat cold, soft foods.  On the plus side, we got ice cream after dinner!  On the not so great side, I was up vomiting in the middle of the night.  I didn't really eat much yesterday (my mouth hurt), and then I decided to take some of the pain medication the surgeon prescribed before I went to bed.  I woke up at 3am feeling nauseous.  I knew that I should get up and eat something, but I was just so tired.  I was hoping the sensation would pass.  Thirty minutes later, I was on the verge of barfing, so I got out of bed and opened a container of cottage cheese.  I took one little bite and went running for the bathroom.  I vomited.  Do you know how terrifying it is to puke while everyone in the house is sleeping?  The last thing I wanted was a bunch of kids awake in the middle of the night watching me ralph.

In summary, my birthday sucked ass.