So, I got two wisdom teeth out on Friday.  The top two.  I got them pulled, I think.  I was knocked out, so I don’t remember or was unconscious (which, if the latter’s the case, then both because how can I recall what I did not comprehend?)  It hurts some.  I have Hydroco (Vicoden – Narcotic) and 800mgs of Ibuprofen to take every 8 hours or so.  Fortunately, the drugs work.  I hardly notice my mouth except when opening wide or chewing when the drugs are still strong.  So no complaints.  I think next month or so I’m going to get the bottom two out as well.  Those might be more of an ordeal, but I hope not.

I had asked a few friends who had gotten theirs taken out, and one in particular, one who used to do drugs and smoke weed and stuff said that afterwards he felt the highest in his life.  Needless to say, as one who’s never done drugs, and has never been drunk, I was excited to feel this way.  But, after “waking up” I only felt overly happy and a little woozy.  My roommate Matt Scheer said I was pretty talkative.  More than usual.  I felt like I was doing it on purpose in the hopes to say something ridiculous and hilarious for them all to crack up about.  No feeling of being high, and nothing ridiculous came out of my mouth.  Oh well, maybe next time I’ll be one some harder stuff…

Over the weekend I didn’t do anything particularly chill.  I walked around the St. Louis Zoo for hours on Saturday with Ian and Mandy.  Ate Imo’s for dinner, which I was surprised I could handle.  I expected to be on soft foods all weekend.  Came home and hung out with Rob till late in the evening.

Sunday I woke up pretty tired, and more woozy than even.  I sat around, sewed some jeans, watched the Pianist, which I was unfortunately uninterested in while it was going on, and messed with Matt’s guitar.  I had planned on going to church most of the day, an early service, a 10am service, and an evening service at 7pm.  I forgot to set an alarm, slept till 10:25, then felt too woozy to drive to the evening service.  Lame, but what can you do.

I hadn’t thought of this till today, but all my equilibrium and balance systems are in my head, pretty close to where my top wisdom teeth are.  I was thinking that I was woozy ’cause of the Meds, but it’s cause of the teeth.  The only noticeable effect the meds have had are with tiredness.  I still feel pretty disoriented even now (Tuesday night.)  I wonder when I’ll get back to normal.  Work gets uncomfortable when I have trouble standing up straight.  I hadn’t been able to work overtime the past two days (or rather, didn’t) ’cause I felt this way.  This weekend is a 3 day weekend and I’m going home to see my family.  I hope to be a-okay for that.  We’ll see.

Monday night we went to slackers and I sold a bunch of cds (including the awful new Copeland) and bought Curl Up and Die’s entire catalog and Breather Resist’s Charmer.  6 cds, 6 bucks after a 28 buck trade-in.  What a deal.  Hot damn.