I'm such a sap.
I teared up over this commerical for Pedigree dog food.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ODC5e3AEa8
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
And here comes the stress
I hate it when I have lots to blog about, but I don't have time. Instead, I have homework. I have flyers to make, classes to go to, dishes to clean, clothes to pack, phone calls to make, people to talk to, applications to fill out, meetings to go to, friendships to keep, food to eat, and hopefully sleep to sleep.
I tell you what, I think I'm on a roller coaster. A stress roller coaster. Maybe a night at home (in the basement) will do me good. No, that just means 12 hours of dead driving time where I can be reading up on homework and trying to catch some winks.
Gah!
When I get home, I'm going outside with Riley. That's what I'm looking forward to.
I tell you what, I think I'm on a roller coaster. A stress roller coaster. Maybe a night at home (in the basement) will do me good. No, that just means 12 hours of dead driving time where I can be reading up on homework and trying to catch some winks.
Gah!
When I get home, I'm going outside with Riley. That's what I'm looking forward to.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Status
My facebook statuses over the past few days have been these:
January 3rd: Lindsay is excited that there's only 200 days, 15 hours, 30 minutes, and 5 seconds until the 2008 Summer Olympics!!
January 23rd: Lindsay could never be thankful enough.
January 25th: Lindsay is listening to bagpipe music. And loving it.
And today: Lindsay is annoyed by showers.
Lindsay is annoyed by showers because she thinks that they are (almost) a waste of time. She would much rather be sleeping, especially after a long day. Five hours of sleep the night before the night before, then six hours the night before, and she may get five and a half hours tonight. Her body has been challenged with all of the new dancing she is learning. Oh boy is she going to be sore tomorrow. Wait, she already is sore. And very tired.
Lindsay is zonked.
January 3rd: Lindsay is excited that there's only 200 days, 15 hours, 30 minutes, and 5 seconds until the 2008 Summer Olympics!!
January 23rd: Lindsay could never be thankful enough.
January 25th: Lindsay is listening to bagpipe music. And loving it.
And today: Lindsay is annoyed by showers.
Lindsay is annoyed by showers because she thinks that they are (almost) a waste of time. She would much rather be sleeping, especially after a long day. Five hours of sleep the night before the night before, then six hours the night before, and she may get five and a half hours tonight. Her body has been challenged with all of the new dancing she is learning. Oh boy is she going to be sore tomorrow. Wait, she already is sore. And very tired.
Lindsay is zonked.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Imeem
Well, this isn't what I could be writing about, and writing isn't what I should be doing, but I'd like to mention that my Imeem playlist is growing back to its usual self. The 30-second previews, most of them are back to normal.
The End
The End
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The Blahs
"When the world around you crumbles. You will be strong."
Twas a depressing day at Bryan for this young girl. Syllabus shocked for sure. It was rough. It did get better afterwards, though. I know that it's not healthy to depend on one person to be your sole source of encouragement and comfort, but I knew that I really wanted to see Nathan. I did. It was good. And playing for chapel was wonderful. And the snow was thrilling. And the SGA meeting was short. And the chai latter was perfect. The day ended happily.
It's going to take me a while to get back in my groove. College would be the ultimate living style without classes.
Twas a depressing day at Bryan for this young girl. Syllabus shocked for sure. It was rough. It did get better afterwards, though. I know that it's not healthy to depend on one person to be your sole source of encouragement and comfort, but I knew that I really wanted to see Nathan. I did. It was good. And playing for chapel was wonderful. And the snow was thrilling. And the SGA meeting was short. And the chai latter was perfect. The day ended happily.
It's going to take me a while to get back in my groove. College would be the ultimate living style without classes.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I got a new phone!
My first phone was a wonderful, sturdy little thing. It was a Christmas present in 2005, and it was so very cute. I never lost it, and I could drop it a million times and it wouldn't break.
Unfortunately, the million and first time I dropped it, a line went through the screen and I could no longer see more than half of it. The dark pit of unseeable-ness grew every once in a while, and I could no longer see anything of value. I needed a new phone. I needed Verizon, too, because os many of my friends had it while I was still on Cingular.
Enter: Lindsay's second phone ever!
This one is also very cute, very compact, and I like it. And, this is a cool part - because Dad works for the government, we got the phone for 20-something dollars instead of the $119 sale price, and instead the $250 regular price. And, it was only $9 to add me onto my parents' plan. Also, I now have unlimited txting with my new phone. And, because I have Verizon, I can talk to more of my contacts for free!
So, yay for my new phone, and for the low price for which it was bought!
Unfortunately, the million and first time I dropped it, a line went through the screen and I could no longer see more than half of it. The dark pit of unseeable-ness grew every once in a while, and I could no longer see anything of value. I needed a new phone. I needed Verizon, too, because os many of my friends had it while I was still on Cingular.
Enter: Lindsay's second phone ever!
This one is also very cute, very compact, and I like it. And, this is a cool part - because Dad works for the government, we got the phone for 20-something dollars instead of the $119 sale price, and instead the $250 regular price. And, it was only $9 to add me onto my parents' plan. Also, I now have unlimited txting with my new phone. And, because I have Verizon, I can talk to more of my contacts for free!
So, yay for my new phone, and for the low price for which it was bought!
Monday, January 7, 2008
Quite an eventful day!
(If you want to be told this story in person, then you should not read any further.)
First thing in the morning, at an unexpected 6:15 in the morning, two hours earlier than when I planned to go to wake up, my father came in to my room and called my name in a tone of voice that made me jolt up and ask, "What's wrong?" My mom was ill and I needed to be awake to wait with her while Dad finished getting Taylor ready for school. I also had to take Taylor to school.
On our way to school, I accidentally missed a turn. That was kind of embarrassing, because I've driven to school many, many times. But I turned around, and we were okay. But here's something that wasn't okay: I got rear-ended this morning. My first accident!
My windows were foggy, but I could still see enough, by the way. I was turning right with a yield sign, and I saw that I couldn't make it in front of the car that was coming on, so I stopped. all of a sudden, I felt a big shove from behind the truck. Adrenaline and shock flooded through my body, and I was so surprised. I didn't know what exactly had happened, and I thought the person who had hit me had driven off (but really, it was the person who I had been waiting for that had driven off), and I drove onto the shoulder of the road so that I could get out and see if the truck was all right. I asked Taylor if she was okay, she was, and then I got out.
The lady who had bumped into me had pulled over behind me and was getting out of her car to meet me. She was really very nice, and I'm so glad, because I didn't really know what to do. There wasn't even a scratch on my truck (really my mom's truck), but her car had a beautiful mark on the bumper in the shape of the trailer hitch. The lady, Mrs. Cindy, asked if I was all right, asked if I had had my seat belt on (I did), and she gave me her number and her address. She got my name and number, too, just in case. I was really shaky while I was talking to her, and my hand was anything but steady when I took the paper with her information on it from her. She told me, "No you just have your dad or your mom or your husband take a look at this, and they can give me a call..." She really was very nice, and she would be another one of those universal mom moms.
I got back in the truck and Taylor said, "Your husband?! Haha!"
We were both okay, so we went on our way. Taylor got to school on time, and then I drove back home. On my way home, I saw a South Dakota license plate. :) When I got home, Dad told me that Mrs. Cindy had called. My mind said, "Oh no!!! I hadn't told Dad!" That was a big mistake, and Dad was freaking out there for a while, because his wife was sick, the kids just wrecked the truck, they may have had trauma done to their poor little bodies and who knows what else. All of this happened on the day when my parents were starting their Bible study, and Dad told Pastor that we were just fighting the devil that day.
Anyways, Mom wasn't any worse, and I still had an hour or so till we had to leave for my surgery, so I was able to take a shower. I wasn't supposed to wear any make up for the surgery, and I couldn't eat anything before my surgery, either, so getting ready to go was a snap.
So, Dad drove me to Dr. Schultz's office. Pastor Jeff called while we were on our way. He had called so that he could pray with me. That helped my nerves to calm some. I really appreciated that. Some other people that really encouraged me with their words were Molly, Sweeny and Nathan. Molly was with me that night when I was with lots of friends at the cafeteria, and I was talking about how I was nervous about my upcoming surgery. Molly was just straight forward about it, and she told me that hers had gone well. I really can't remember everything that she had said, but her words were simple and satisfying. Comforting. Sweeny saw that I was getting upset by thinking about the surgery, and he said that I should just think about the other good things that the break would bring. "Think about being home with your family, and your friends, and your dog, and your woods, etc." That was really great to hear, and I really appreciated what he said, and how he was trying to make me feel better. He succeeded. And Nathan. One feels helpless when one doesn't have magic words to make the bad things go away, but I think that Nathan's few words might have had a touch of magic. Maybe it was just the way he said it. With confidence. "You'll be all right." It was solid and secure. No questions about it. I was going to be all right.
Too bad none of those wonderful truths were coming to mind while I was in the waiting room. Nope, I was acting crazy, trying to keep my mind from settling on the horrors ahead. I promise you, I was acting like a loopy 8-year-old, and I was getting on my dad's nerves. Bless him, though, he was such a good sport about it and took it all. He told me that Taylor had given him a talking-to, and she had told him to be a good dad for me. He was. :)
My appointment was at 10, but I was supposed to be their at 9:45 to go over some paperwork. We got there around 9:35 and took care of the paperwork. I hated having to read that stuff, telling me about the bleeding that will come, he swelling, the possible mess-ups, yadda yadda yadda... Well, the lady didn't come to the door and say my name until 10:25-ish. Aaah! Already!? I stood up, turned to my father, took off my jacket and my glasses, patted him on the head and told him to be good while I was gone. Then, I turned and walked forward. To my doom. After going to the bathroom, the lady took me to a bright, clean, and shiny room with a scary-looking chair in it. I commented on how scary that chair looked, but she said it would be okay and that I needed to lay on it. I asked her what her name was. She told me her name was Sherry, and she put her hand on my head and called me sweetie.
Sherry put some weird respiratory contraption over my nose. I got a tad scared and asked if this was what was going to put me to sleep. Sherry said no, the air in the contraption would help me to calm down, and the stuff in the IV was going to put me to sleep. Ha! As if I wasn't already calmed down!?
"How old are you, Lindsay?"
"I'm 19, but I'm still scared."
"You don't need to be scared. Dr. Schultz knows what he's doing."
She put sticky EKG things on my stomach and my chest and I told her that I'd had an EKG this summer. She asked about that, and I told her all I knew. I was happy to make conversation. I told her about the accident I was in today. The doctor came in the room at the tail end of the conversation and asked about it. Sherry told him that I had been in an accident, but I said that it really wasn't as dramatic as all that. "Accident" sounds like such a big deal, when really it was just a little bump.
Sherry and the doctor were looking at the beeping machines behind me and remarking about how my hands were so cold. I told Sherry that maybe they were cold because I was scared. She said that they were sweaty, too. "Yeah, my hands sweat when I get nervous." Then, the IV was about to go into my arm.
"No, I don't want that." I pulled my arm away, but Sherry said that it wouldn't be as bad as a bee sting. Whatever, I still didn't want it. Sherry said to just not look at it. So the needle went in, and it didn't hurt badly at all. I kinda wanted to look at it, but Sherry had said not to, so I didn't. I'd thought that I was supposed to be asleep by now, but I wasn't. I was pretty sure that I was going to go to sleep soon, though, so I said, "Okay, I'm just going to close my eyes now. I'm going to pretend that I'm on the beach. With my dog Riley. C'mon, Riley, let's get the stick." The doctor said something about Riley, and then I don't remember.
I know that I "woke up" at least once during the surgery. I remember opening my eyes and seeing what was going on. I think that the doctor was pulling out my bottom right tooth, and I said (or at least, tried to say) "Hey, what's going on? I can feel that. I can feel that." Then, I was out again. And, I really could feel something going on in my mouth, but it didn't hurt or anything.
When I woke up from my surgery, the IV was out of my arm, the room was still bright, the respiratory contraption was being taken off of my nose, and Sherry was hading my dad my teeth in a pouch. She was saying that I had wanted them, but I don' remember saying that at all. Then I went back to sleep for a few minutes. I woke up again, and Dad was talking to the doctor, because he recognized him as the dad of one of the volleyball girls from a tournament or something. Sherry told Dad to bring his truck around to the back of the building, and she would wheel me out there in a wheel chair. I thought, "Hey, I've never had to use a wheel chair before. Cool, I guess." I was kinda wobbly, but I made it all the way into the truck. I had gauze in my mouth, but I really wanted to talk, even though Sherry said not to.
I stayed in the truck while Dad picked up my prescription and I don't remember the trip back home too well, but I think that that's that there is to remember. I know that I felt just a tad nauseous when we came to our driveway, but I didn't throw up, thankfully. Dad helped me out of the truck and brought me to my mom's purple chair in the den. Dad brought my ice, and I stayed there most of the afternoon. Dad would come in and change my ice for me every once in a while, and I would wake up, but I was alert and normal whenever I was awake. That is to say that I don't remember having any weird drug trips from my medicine. I was alert when Nathan called. I could barely speak, but he talked to me, and I replied with little sounds. I'm glad he called. Dad called to me at one point and told me that Wendy, my best girl friend from high school, would be coming over sometime. I went back to sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Wendy did come. I heard Dad open the door for her and Taylor was with her. Wendy walked into the den and called my name. "Lindsay?" "Wendy?" I got up and became awake. Then we hung out, the three of us girls. Wendy stayed for dinner, and I told her and Taylor about my surgery. They told me about HCS and cheering and stuff. I had chicken broth and yogurt for dinner, but everyone else had spaghetti with this really good sauce that my mom made. I was a little jealous, but the chicken broth was tasty. (I've eaten all of the cans we had by now, and I wish I had some more.)
Wendy left later, and Nathan called again. I was glad that I was able to pronounce my L's and R's this time. A little later than this, the people for my parents' Bible study began to show up, and Dad wanted me to be with the two kids of the group and my sister in the den. I took my computer with me and I chatted with friends for most of the time.
That night, I slept on one of the pink recliners in the green room. Those chairs are so comfortable, and I slept great. I slept with ice on my face, and I got up to take my medicine when I had to. On Tuesday, I felt okay enough to go to a basketball game Taylor cheered for, but my face had swelled so much. It's still very swollen now.
I've been eating things that don't take much chewing. Except for spaghetti. That sauce is just so good, I had to have some. But it takes me so long to eat just some of the spaghetti, that I have to warm up my bowl many times before I finish it because it gets cold. Ice cream has been nice, though. I had applesauce for breakfast, but I really haven't been eating much, because it seems like such a hassle to eat. I don't like opening my mouth much, and my teeth are almost constantly feeling a little dull pain. It's really not much, but it's enough to keep me quiet most of the time.
I should probably sleep more. The night of my surgery, I was chatting and writing and things on my computer, and I didn't go to bed till after 11:30. Last night, I got bored around 10, so I went ahead and laid down on the pink chair again and got up at 11, when it was time for my medicine again. I got up after 9:30 this morning. I could probably sleep in my own bed tonight, but I've had my head higher than the rest of my body this whole time, and I don't know how it would feel to have it on the same level. I put away some dishes today, and when I bent down to put some pots away, my jaw hurt more than usual. That was odd. So, I don't know.
Well, that's about it for now. It sure took me long enough to write this account. I started on Monday, and I'm just now finishing. All in all, this surgery went remarkably well, and I haven't had much pain at all. Thank you so much for your prayers, they worked!
First thing in the morning, at an unexpected 6:15 in the morning, two hours earlier than when I planned to go to wake up, my father came in to my room and called my name in a tone of voice that made me jolt up and ask, "What's wrong?" My mom was ill and I needed to be awake to wait with her while Dad finished getting Taylor ready for school. I also had to take Taylor to school.
On our way to school, I accidentally missed a turn. That was kind of embarrassing, because I've driven to school many, many times. But I turned around, and we were okay. But here's something that wasn't okay: I got rear-ended this morning. My first accident!
My windows were foggy, but I could still see enough, by the way. I was turning right with a yield sign, and I saw that I couldn't make it in front of the car that was coming on, so I stopped. all of a sudden, I felt a big shove from behind the truck. Adrenaline and shock flooded through my body, and I was so surprised. I didn't know what exactly had happened, and I thought the person who had hit me had driven off (but really, it was the person who I had been waiting for that had driven off), and I drove onto the shoulder of the road so that I could get out and see if the truck was all right. I asked Taylor if she was okay, she was, and then I got out.
The lady who had bumped into me had pulled over behind me and was getting out of her car to meet me. She was really very nice, and I'm so glad, because I didn't really know what to do. There wasn't even a scratch on my truck (really my mom's truck), but her car had a beautiful mark on the bumper in the shape of the trailer hitch. The lady, Mrs. Cindy, asked if I was all right, asked if I had had my seat belt on (I did), and she gave me her number and her address. She got my name and number, too, just in case. I was really shaky while I was talking to her, and my hand was anything but steady when I took the paper with her information on it from her. She told me, "No you just have your dad or your mom or your husband take a look at this, and they can give me a call..." She really was very nice, and she would be another one of those universal mom moms.
I got back in the truck and Taylor said, "Your husband?! Haha!"
We were both okay, so we went on our way. Taylor got to school on time, and then I drove back home. On my way home, I saw a South Dakota license plate. :) When I got home, Dad told me that Mrs. Cindy had called. My mind said, "Oh no!!! I hadn't told Dad!" That was a big mistake, and Dad was freaking out there for a while, because his wife was sick, the kids just wrecked the truck, they may have had trauma done to their poor little bodies and who knows what else. All of this happened on the day when my parents were starting their Bible study, and Dad told Pastor that we were just fighting the devil that day.
Anyways, Mom wasn't any worse, and I still had an hour or so till we had to leave for my surgery, so I was able to take a shower. I wasn't supposed to wear any make up for the surgery, and I couldn't eat anything before my surgery, either, so getting ready to go was a snap.
So, Dad drove me to Dr. Schultz's office. Pastor Jeff called while we were on our way. He had called so that he could pray with me. That helped my nerves to calm some. I really appreciated that. Some other people that really encouraged me with their words were Molly, Sweeny and Nathan. Molly was with me that night when I was with lots of friends at the cafeteria, and I was talking about how I was nervous about my upcoming surgery. Molly was just straight forward about it, and she told me that hers had gone well. I really can't remember everything that she had said, but her words were simple and satisfying. Comforting. Sweeny saw that I was getting upset by thinking about the surgery, and he said that I should just think about the other good things that the break would bring. "Think about being home with your family, and your friends, and your dog, and your woods, etc." That was really great to hear, and I really appreciated what he said, and how he was trying to make me feel better. He succeeded. And Nathan. One feels helpless when one doesn't have magic words to make the bad things go away, but I think that Nathan's few words might have had a touch of magic. Maybe it was just the way he said it. With confidence. "You'll be all right." It was solid and secure. No questions about it. I was going to be all right.
Too bad none of those wonderful truths were coming to mind while I was in the waiting room. Nope, I was acting crazy, trying to keep my mind from settling on the horrors ahead. I promise you, I was acting like a loopy 8-year-old, and I was getting on my dad's nerves. Bless him, though, he was such a good sport about it and took it all. He told me that Taylor had given him a talking-to, and she had told him to be a good dad for me. He was. :)
My appointment was at 10, but I was supposed to be their at 9:45 to go over some paperwork. We got there around 9:35 and took care of the paperwork. I hated having to read that stuff, telling me about the bleeding that will come, he swelling, the possible mess-ups, yadda yadda yadda... Well, the lady didn't come to the door and say my name until 10:25-ish. Aaah! Already!? I stood up, turned to my father, took off my jacket and my glasses, patted him on the head and told him to be good while I was gone. Then, I turned and walked forward. To my doom. After going to the bathroom, the lady took me to a bright, clean, and shiny room with a scary-looking chair in it. I commented on how scary that chair looked, but she said it would be okay and that I needed to lay on it. I asked her what her name was. She told me her name was Sherry, and she put her hand on my head and called me sweetie.
Sherry put some weird respiratory contraption over my nose. I got a tad scared and asked if this was what was going to put me to sleep. Sherry said no, the air in the contraption would help me to calm down, and the stuff in the IV was going to put me to sleep. Ha! As if I wasn't already calmed down!?
"How old are you, Lindsay?"
"I'm 19, but I'm still scared."
"You don't need to be scared. Dr. Schultz knows what he's doing."
She put sticky EKG things on my stomach and my chest and I told her that I'd had an EKG this summer. She asked about that, and I told her all I knew. I was happy to make conversation. I told her about the accident I was in today. The doctor came in the room at the tail end of the conversation and asked about it. Sherry told him that I had been in an accident, but I said that it really wasn't as dramatic as all that. "Accident" sounds like such a big deal, when really it was just a little bump.
Sherry and the doctor were looking at the beeping machines behind me and remarking about how my hands were so cold. I told Sherry that maybe they were cold because I was scared. She said that they were sweaty, too. "Yeah, my hands sweat when I get nervous." Then, the IV was about to go into my arm.
"No, I don't want that." I pulled my arm away, but Sherry said that it wouldn't be as bad as a bee sting. Whatever, I still didn't want it. Sherry said to just not look at it. So the needle went in, and it didn't hurt badly at all. I kinda wanted to look at it, but Sherry had said not to, so I didn't. I'd thought that I was supposed to be asleep by now, but I wasn't. I was pretty sure that I was going to go to sleep soon, though, so I said, "Okay, I'm just going to close my eyes now. I'm going to pretend that I'm on the beach. With my dog Riley. C'mon, Riley, let's get the stick." The doctor said something about Riley, and then I don't remember.
I know that I "woke up" at least once during the surgery. I remember opening my eyes and seeing what was going on. I think that the doctor was pulling out my bottom right tooth, and I said (or at least, tried to say) "Hey, what's going on? I can feel that. I can feel that." Then, I was out again. And, I really could feel something going on in my mouth, but it didn't hurt or anything.
When I woke up from my surgery, the IV was out of my arm, the room was still bright, the respiratory contraption was being taken off of my nose, and Sherry was hading my dad my teeth in a pouch. She was saying that I had wanted them, but I don' remember saying that at all. Then I went back to sleep for a few minutes. I woke up again, and Dad was talking to the doctor, because he recognized him as the dad of one of the volleyball girls from a tournament or something. Sherry told Dad to bring his truck around to the back of the building, and she would wheel me out there in a wheel chair. I thought, "Hey, I've never had to use a wheel chair before. Cool, I guess." I was kinda wobbly, but I made it all the way into the truck. I had gauze in my mouth, but I really wanted to talk, even though Sherry said not to.
I stayed in the truck while Dad picked up my prescription and I don't remember the trip back home too well, but I think that that's that there is to remember. I know that I felt just a tad nauseous when we came to our driveway, but I didn't throw up, thankfully. Dad helped me out of the truck and brought me to my mom's purple chair in the den. Dad brought my ice, and I stayed there most of the afternoon. Dad would come in and change my ice for me every once in a while, and I would wake up, but I was alert and normal whenever I was awake. That is to say that I don't remember having any weird drug trips from my medicine. I was alert when Nathan called. I could barely speak, but he talked to me, and I replied with little sounds. I'm glad he called. Dad called to me at one point and told me that Wendy, my best girl friend from high school, would be coming over sometime. I went back to sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Wendy did come. I heard Dad open the door for her and Taylor was with her. Wendy walked into the den and called my name. "Lindsay?" "Wendy?" I got up and became awake. Then we hung out, the three of us girls. Wendy stayed for dinner, and I told her and Taylor about my surgery. They told me about HCS and cheering and stuff. I had chicken broth and yogurt for dinner, but everyone else had spaghetti with this really good sauce that my mom made. I was a little jealous, but the chicken broth was tasty. (I've eaten all of the cans we had by now, and I wish I had some more.)
Wendy left later, and Nathan called again. I was glad that I was able to pronounce my L's and R's this time. A little later than this, the people for my parents' Bible study began to show up, and Dad wanted me to be with the two kids of the group and my sister in the den. I took my computer with me and I chatted with friends for most of the time.
That night, I slept on one of the pink recliners in the green room. Those chairs are so comfortable, and I slept great. I slept with ice on my face, and I got up to take my medicine when I had to. On Tuesday, I felt okay enough to go to a basketball game Taylor cheered for, but my face had swelled so much. It's still very swollen now.
I've been eating things that don't take much chewing. Except for spaghetti. That sauce is just so good, I had to have some. But it takes me so long to eat just some of the spaghetti, that I have to warm up my bowl many times before I finish it because it gets cold. Ice cream has been nice, though. I had applesauce for breakfast, but I really haven't been eating much, because it seems like such a hassle to eat. I don't like opening my mouth much, and my teeth are almost constantly feeling a little dull pain. It's really not much, but it's enough to keep me quiet most of the time.
I should probably sleep more. The night of my surgery, I was chatting and writing and things on my computer, and I didn't go to bed till after 11:30. Last night, I got bored around 10, so I went ahead and laid down on the pink chair again and got up at 11, when it was time for my medicine again. I got up after 9:30 this morning. I could probably sleep in my own bed tonight, but I've had my head higher than the rest of my body this whole time, and I don't know how it would feel to have it on the same level. I put away some dishes today, and when I bent down to put some pots away, my jaw hurt more than usual. That was odd. So, I don't know.
Well, that's about it for now. It sure took me long enough to write this account. I started on Monday, and I'm just now finishing. All in all, this surgery went remarkably well, and I haven't had much pain at all. Thank you so much for your prayers, they worked!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
100th blog entry. w00t
My friend -
I am sitting in my wonderful home, listening to music from Peter and from the Newsies (showing the Newsies songs to my sister.) This is my first entry of the year, and I'm afraid I have to nearly fill it with unhappy things. Well, really only one really unhappy thing. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.
I know it's not the end of the world or anything like that, but I was terribly scared of having to get my wisdom teeth out ever since I knew that I had wisdom teeth. I've hated needles forever, and I absolutely LOATH the thought of an IV in my arm. The thought of surgery in general has always given me the jibblies, but oral surgery? That's simply unheard of! I thought that I may have gotten over these thoughts a little bit, but that hope was shattered when I when I went to my consultation appointment. Boy, did I get all shook up. I really wish that I wasn't scared. I mean, it's just a little surgery, right? The doctor's done this hundreds of times. Women typically have a faster recovery from this surgery, anyways. And, it's going to be over in 45 minutes, and I'll be asleep the whole time. When it's all done, I'm going to look back at myself and see how silly I was acting.
Sadly, this is all head knowledge, but not really heart knowledge, and I can't shake the petrified-ness. So, I have a surgery to look forward to tomorrow. Ick.
In other news, my family got to go tubing in the snow in North Carolina and we had a blast, and we did not lose any of our fingers or toes to frost bite! We are now back in wonderful 65 degree Georgia, and it's good to be back home. But it's also good to know that I'll be going back to Bryan soon. :)
I am sitting in my wonderful home, listening to music from Peter and from the Newsies (showing the Newsies songs to my sister.) This is my first entry of the year, and I'm afraid I have to nearly fill it with unhappy things. Well, really only one really unhappy thing. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow.
I know it's not the end of the world or anything like that, but I was terribly scared of having to get my wisdom teeth out ever since I knew that I had wisdom teeth. I've hated needles forever, and I absolutely LOATH the thought of an IV in my arm. The thought of surgery in general has always given me the jibblies, but oral surgery? That's simply unheard of! I thought that I may have gotten over these thoughts a little bit, but that hope was shattered when I when I went to my consultation appointment. Boy, did I get all shook up. I really wish that I wasn't scared. I mean, it's just a little surgery, right? The doctor's done this hundreds of times. Women typically have a faster recovery from this surgery, anyways. And, it's going to be over in 45 minutes, and I'll be asleep the whole time. When it's all done, I'm going to look back at myself and see how silly I was acting.
Sadly, this is all head knowledge, but not really heart knowledge, and I can't shake the petrified-ness. So, I have a surgery to look forward to tomorrow. Ick.
In other news, my family got to go tubing in the snow in North Carolina and we had a blast, and we did not lose any of our fingers or toes to frost bite! We are now back in wonderful 65 degree Georgia, and it's good to be back home. But it's also good to know that I'll be going back to Bryan soon. :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)