alvin
good patients sing to their doctors
i was told you are supposed to have your wisdom teeth removed in your mid-teens. oops.
i got my wisdom teeth ganked yesterday morning after having the appointment rescheduled twice. barrels of fun, i’ll tell you. my favorite future brother-in-law took me there and i wasn’t really sure how any of it was going to go. and to be honest, the only thing i was told is that i am a “good patient.” justin informed me that i was telling all of the nurses what a fabulous guy he is, and was also serenading them with the theme song of alvin and the chipmunks (in reference to my hugely swollen cheeks). also, i had to be carried to the truck. i called my father twice, possibly a third time. i’m not one of those little ones who handles anesthesia well, and i’m still not.
the night before though, justin and i had grand ol’ time learning “get some” songs on the guitar. we also concluded that playing guitar does not give you some mystical pick-up-members-of-the-opposite-sex powers. we also dragged out the cello, i gave a brief lesson, and were up til 2:30 just screwing around on our instruments. if we had a bass and one more guitar there we would have had it made. i showed justin the cause for a cellist’s true hatred of pachelbel’s canon in D, and he, in turn, showed me this collegehumor.com video. it’s on my myspace page too.
i tried to go to our softball game last night. my friends are smart - they let me think that they were going to take me but fully had no intention of doing so. i’m sure that was a good idea because about 30 minutes before they left, i got up off of the couch to go to the bathroom and fainted. good thing the hardwood floor broke my fall. now, not only does does my swollen mouth hurt like all hell, but the nice little goose-egg on my skull feel like someone is pounding me with a hammer. on the bright side, i’m downing chocolate milkshakes at the rate that no one else in atlanta will be able to lay their hands on one, AND scared hitless won the game and came home with one big-ass trophy.
my dad is my sunshine. he got me a nice little boquet of flowers that are conveniently situated at the end of the couch by my feet. basically if i’m awake, i’m looking at them.
right now i’m bored out of my mind. i’m waiting for the hydrocodone that i just took to kick in and knock me out for a few hours. and i can’t tell you how much i would love to be able to consume some type of red meat and a nice cold beer. i can feel the stitches in the back of my mouth which is really starting to bother me, but at least i’m not completely numb anymore.
i hate to say this, but i’m actually wishing i were at work. there is nothing worthwhile on tv other than the gameshow network. i like the gameshow network so much. where else can you see mark summers from double dare, calton from the fresh prince, ben stein, and rachel ray all within 5 minutes of each other? i also love innocent family tv. it reminds me of the times that life was easy.
nana is not doing so well again. i really wish i could be at home to help my family out with her care, but that obviously isn’t an option. i’m not fully sure how to update on that, but i just know that time is running low.
to all of you who have called, texted, brought me a milkshake, or listened to me blab away in my constant drugged-up state, i just want to say thank you. i really appreciate it more than you can imagine. you prove that the word “family” is not exhaustive to those who have the same DNA as i.