wisdom teeth

I got my wisdom teeth out this morning at 9 am. it was pretty eventful. thank god they let you listen to your ipod while they get er' done, as weezer and the bronx got me through the procedure.

within 10min of leaving the place, my entire mouth filled with blood, causing my lips to be fully covered with frozen, crusted blood that turned blackish red (I had to walk to the pharmacy, then home). so I get to the pharmacy, and they are rushing to get me kleenex and what not, while blood is poring out of my mouth. they hook me up with my T3s and hoopla shenanigans you get for this crap, then off I was. get home, mouth still filled with blood, swollen face, and I need to swallow 5 different pills. so yea, between 12:30pm and 4pm, I have already taken 9 T3s and 3 advil. I guess I'm feeling a bit better?

but here is the best part... they put up those orange signs next to where my car was parked. you know, the ones that mean you need to move your car or it gets impounded? yea, those ones. and I'm totally one of those people who has left their car to be FULLY buried these passed few days, causing it to be practically impossible to see unless you knew it was there to begin with. so yea, I had to go out with my small rinky-dink $6 shovel from canadian tire, dig it out, get it out (which caused it to go like, passed 5rpm's at least), and find a new parking spot. meanwhile, my mouth was bleeding and I was unbelievably high. (I am only 5ft tall, 9 T3s have that effect on me in the space of under 4hours).

anyways, stef just finished work and she is on her way over to play mommy and keep care of me! yay! I love good friends. I need more T3s, this shit is already starting to fade.