six teeth less.

Got six teeth taken out. The surgery wasn't bad at all. Sat down and got poked with a needle and woke up when they were finishing up. Which was a little strange, but they said it was normal. Didn't feel a thing.

On they way home the pain slowly crept in, until it was pretty fucking bad. By the time we were home, after stopping at the pharmacy I thought I was going to die. Took the Vicodin and finally after a couple of hours had relative peace again.

The rest of the day was pretty comfortable, but today I feel fine. Oh, cept of course for the swelling and bleeding on the left side, and the fact that anytime I get off the couch my right nostril starts to bleed. Joy.