Road To Recovery

I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday. Some people warned me it would be awful, but most said it was no big deal. Let me tell you, it is a big deal! Hubby couldn't take me because he got called into jury duty. So a girlfriend of mine drove me to the dentist and waited to take me home.

The surgery itself was bizarre. I felt like I was awake the whole time and that the surgery only took 5 minutes. As I walked out, they told me I had been in there for about half an hour. It seemed impossible to not even REMEMBER that I had fallen asleep. But I was relieved I had woken up! I'd never been under anesthesia before and I was terrified. As we drove home, I was very aware of what I was saying because I didn't want to seem like I wasn't making sense. I've heard some people coming out of surgery say some really funny things so I was trying to control myself. One really weird thing was trying to sit down. I kept feeling like I was falling. I'm pretty sure that's as close to being drunk as I'll ever be.

The first few hours I was at home, I didn't feel too bad. The anesthesia was still in my system, so I wasn't really hungry or anything, just wanted to relax. And my girlfriend took really good care of me. Got me mashed potatoes and Jello and just hung out at the house and watched movies with me to keep an eye on things. Very sweet. But as the anesthesia wore off, my gums started to hurt REAL bad. I couldn't swallow anything. Even with the painkillers, it was just really awful. Later in the day, the pain seemed to calm down a little, but every time I tried to eat, I would throw up. So let me tell ya, I was not a happy camper. Hungry and hurting is not a good combination for me!

Thank goodness I felt better when I woke up this morning. I'm definitely not 100% and my cheekies are still swollen (not that they could get much bigger than they already are) but I have been able to keep down a few small meals, so I am on the road to recovery! After the way I felt yesterday, I didn't think it was possible. But its really, truly amazing that your body knows what to do and how to heal itself. I'm impressed!

Hair 'Do or 'Don't?

Whenever I get my hair cut, I always have this amazing image in my head of what it will look like - funky, modern and FABULOUS! Then as I sit in the chair and get it chopped off, I start getting nervous. The short hair will make my cheeks look chubby! What was I thinking? Oh and now my double chin is really obvious! I carry on a normal conversation with my stylist and try not to look panicked, but all the while I'm doubting my decision. After processing the look and having all the people in the salon tell me how amazing my hair is looking, I start getting used to the idea. Yes! This will work. Its going to look great. As I drive home, I look in the rear-view mirror about 30 times and start to enjoy it. Then when I get home and look in a real mirror one last time, I think oh well. Its fine. Not exactly fabulous, but its alright. Next time I will grow it out.

This is a typical thought cycle for me. After my hair grows out a couple inches, I'm like NEVERMIND! Let's cut it again. Its so fun when its cute and short! And here we go again. It is hard being me. HAHA!

The Sky Is Falling

Today I finally gave in and put away all my Christmas decorations. I was delaying it a bit partly because my brother, sister and nephew were supposed to come into town this weekend to celebrate a late Christmas. And partly because I just wasn't ready to let go of the season yet! I swear, this year was so busy and went by so fast that I got into the spirit of things pretty late and therefore have had a hard time getting back to the normal routine.

Whenever I drive by a house that still has lights up, I feel better because I'm sure they don't want to let go of the season either. Although, its most likely that they are probably just being lazy. But either way, it has been a strange transition. My hubby is happy to have things back to normal, but let's be honest. He's not one to really be all that excited about Christmas anyway, so its sort of expected.


My brother, sister and adorable nephew didn't make it into town either. The weather was crazy out here - the most rain we've seen in awhile! Which actually has been really refreshing. We are definitely enjoying the wet weather for a change. We stayed inside most of the day, but ran a couple errands and it was fun being outside with the sky falling. We ran around, trying to stay dry knowing that we really couldn't. But yeah, we figured it would be safer for the kids to come another weekend. Hopefully within the month.

Sometimes it is really hard being away from your family for months at a time. And when we do see each other, its always these very brief visits. But whether its for a day or an hour, I love to see them whenever possible. Especially the nephew. He's only 2 months old and each picture I see he looks different. I want to squeeze him every day, but I'll make up for that when they get here!

The Average Man's Brain Weighs 3 Pounds

Today was weird. First of all, it was strange going back to work after a 4-day weekend. I haven't had that many days off in ages and it felt like I hadn't worked in about 2 weeks. After a few hours in the field, my co-worker and I decided to grab a bite at Carl's Jr and do a little paperwork. Some random guy came up to us as we were eating and basically told us his life story. It went on for quite awhile. Then he told us to have a Happy New Year about 7 times.

Once he finally left, another man walked in. He looked a little banged up. Possibly homeless. Most likely drunk. He was muttering to himself as he made his way to the bathroom - where he made quite a scene. Cursing, yelling, the whole works. We sat and tried to ignore it as much as possible, but it was slightly disturbing. Part of me wanted to laugh and the other part of me just wanted to get the heck out of there! So we polished off our snack and decided we'd probably never come back to this particular Carl's Jr. Yikes!

After hitting a couple stores, I decided I better get to the gym before it got to late. I sure do write about the gym a lot. It never fails to amuse me. Today was stupid Wacky Wednesday. I don't know why they have to call it that. I suppose its extra wacky because we go around the work-out circle in reverse! Lame.

Anyway, one of the "personal trainers" decided to give us some trivia while we worked out. The first question was How much does the brain of an average man weigh? All the man-haters (there are a lot of those at Curves) yelled answers like "Which brain?" or "Is it weighed in ounces?" Clever ladies.

The next question was True or False: A humid climate has relatively little moisture in the air.

Seriously. That was the question. Do they think we are retarded or something? Everyone shouted out "False!" and seemed pretty proud of themselves. I just thought "Should I write about this in my blog, or am I playing out the Curves thing?" I decided to write it anyway and hopefully something more interesting will happen to me soon so I can write about something good. :)

Reasons To Love The Season

So I was at the gym yesterday (after not going for about 2 weeks) and as you go around the Curves work-out circle, they have little signs on the floor with quotes and health tips - you know, something to read so you don't get bored doing the same work-out day after day.

Anyway, as I worked my way around the circle I noticed a list of "Reasons To Love The Season". There were things like "Because its rude to not take seconds of Mom's apple pie" and "Because you are expected to go shopping". While this is true, the thing that got me was the number one reason to love the season...

"Because when else are you allowed to wear musical jewelry."

That was the number one reason to love Christmas? Really? Who are these people?? I almost took that as my cue to leave and never return, but instead I rolled my eyes and then laughed very hard on the inside as I continued my work-out.

When I started my walk home, I laughed very hard on the outside and couldn't wait to tell people this story. I honestly can't say I've never worn a piece of musical jewelry, but I'm pretty sure the last time I did, I was about 6 years old. And I'm almost positive you're not allowed to wear it again until you're over the age of 70. But I haven't seen that many 70-year olds at my gym.

So I don't know who wrote that list, but I veto their number one reason to love the season! Come on!