AAAANNNDDD we're back. Remember how I was constantly complaining of "not feeling so hot." Turns out my wisdom tooth was super infected and making my life pretty difficult for awhile. Never ending sinus infections, mouth pain, ear aches, stomach aches and most recently not being able to move my jaw.
This morning my sweet-Saint of a boyfriend held my hand while I got put under to get all four teeth taken out in order to fix the problem and avoid future ones. He's also been taking care of me and keeping me cuddled up on our couch with plenty of ice cream and fresh gauze.
Apparently just as the anesthesia was kicking in I told him I wanted his last name , and that he was a ginger (he isn't but his beard has some red in it). I also referenced all of you wonderful readers! I said something like, "I want to blog about this. I have thousands of blog followers you know." I guess anesthesia makes me brag.
But guys, its quality not quantity and I think I have the best blog readers on the Interwebs. That is NOT the Vicodin talking either.
After it was all over my Dr. said I have massive teeth. "Size 10 teeth in a size 3 girl." I of course kept them and am obsessed with looking at them.
Should I be the tooth fairy for Halloween?