Monday, October 4, 2010

I was gonna go to work, but then I got high

Whenever I had a sore/ache in high school - let's pretend my arm hurt - and was silly enough to tell my father about it, he'd ask me, "Do you want me to hurt your leg to take your mind of the pain in your arm?"

I told you that story so I could tell you this story.

Friday I got my wisdom teeth out. Before they put me under, they asked if Loritab was a viable prescription, I said yes because I didn't know any different. Now, however, I know better - if I'm in a situation where I know I won't be able to eat, I can't take Loritab, for it gives me an awful tummyache on an empty stomach. And it is dang hard to eat when I can't open my mouth more than an inch. Dad would understand though; just trading pain for pain.

I still don't get it.

Otherwise, knowing that you were conscious for a certain amount of time but remembering none of it is ridiculous. My friend Amber was my ride, and apparently, I felt good enough to be driving; but she is a smart girl and knew I was just high. She also knew that at 8.5 months pregnant, she would not be able to handle me in a Costco, which is why I got confused when we went through the Walgreens drive through for my prescriptions, when I explicitly told her I get mine filled at Costco. Because there's a difference? I was (apparently) super excited about the chocolate pudding she gave me afterward, and I DO remember being very cranky at the nurse trying to wake me up. No surprise there; no matter what, I'm cranky when being woken up.

Chris says I wasn't too swollen, but I think he's just a good husband. Awwww. After throwing up today - 3 days later - let's see how tomorrow turns out. Or stays in.

Please, everything, just stay in.