Thursday, December 29, 2005

Am I wise now?

So I had my wisdom teeth pulled on Tuesday morning, and I've decided it's the most effective diet I've ever heard of. It's soo much trouble to eat right now that I just don't, plus my choices are fairly limited...I can have warm pudding (I finally put the last two in the fridge tonight), soup as long as I don't try to eat any of the noodles or veggies, V8 is a good choice, and, of course, yogurt.

But really that's not the most exciting part about these wisdom teeth. See, me and mum together scared the dentist enough that he called me when he went home that night.

So I go under the IV sedation because, I really don't want to remember them drilling into my mouth, cutting my teeth into small pieces and taking them out and then sewing the holes shut. (I honestly don't know how they did it, I have a small mouth.) So, as I'm coming out of the sedation I'm muttering up a storm, I thought I was at home in my sister's part of the house, then in Hawaii with Justin, I even talked about my oldest brother Ben.
So mum is just sittin' there pattin my head trying to get me to wake up. After a bit I can hold my eyes open for about 10-15 seconds I figure. And then the exciting part.
See mum always wanted to be a nurse, but on the day the class went to see the cadaver she decided she wouldn't make such a great nurse, and skipped class.
So she's gettin a little wousy watching me. She knows this, she's passed out before so she puts her head between her knees, she was already sitting down. I look over and open my eyes just long enough to see her roll to the floor.
So, I'm still incredibly drugged, she's on the floor, and I start screaming bloody murder in the best my-lips-are-still-numb voice I can muster. When the doctor and nurse finally got there (they took awhile cause they're used to people screaming) I was half way out of the chair, which is hard to do and a little dangerous when you can't even lift your own head, and mum was on the floor.
She's fine. Just a bump on the head but Dad has now decided that the next medical thing any of us kids have to do, he's going and leaving Mum at home.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Guilty...

This is a very odd feeling. I feel guilty that I am done with my finals before my best friend. I feel even worse knowing that mine were WAY easier than his. At a few points in the semester I felt like this was a hard one. But this week would've been a lot worse if it had. I had it easy. I had one hard class and the rest I kinda just slid by doing what I wanted and cruisin'.
And now I'm stressin' over HIS finals. I can't do anything about it and it's driving me mad! I do what I can, ya know encouraging words, food, hugs. I may even be entertaining his family at his graduation banquet, without him...
I hope he's in the test by now...I hope he does good...

"Well, what can ya do?"
"I can worry!"

Friday, December 02, 2005

A new view on mooching...

So i told one of my friends today that i need to stop mooching off of her. (she's constantly taking me to lunch these days. can ya guess who it is?) Her response was:
"This isn't mooching. Think of it like this, I enjoy cooking for you but I really suck at it. Plus it's just cheaper to buy you chili and rice."

When i repeated that to the group later in the meal they couldn't stop laughing. They like to feed me ice cream.