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.