Teeth of Wisdom?

Yesterday an oral surgeon removed these from my face. All four of them. Instead of doing anything funny, I freaked my mom out by crying all the way home. And not just crying, bawling. Poor mom. So the last twenty four hours has consisted of drugs, sleeping, pudding, and then more drugs. So far my favorite part was this morning when my mom came to check on me. She looked at me and said "Oh, you're looking more like my old Meggie" my response "You mean less pale and more annoyed?" She laughed and poked my cheek. Me "Oh right, you mean twelve year old fat Megan. Perfect." I suppose I haven't iced my face enough. Shoot.

Also, this kinda sucks. It's an interesting combination of whiney, cry-y, angry, hurty, nauseated-y, hungry, druggy, and sleepy.