I have thus lost my wisdom....

I have turned into a chipmunk. And not the singing, cartoon kind. 

Okay, maybe I'm not THAT much of a chipmunk, but enough of one to make a difference. I look at myself in the mirror and laugh. It's rather amusing to see my cheeks all puffed out. This is all, of course, due to wisdom teeth removal. 

Which all has nothing to do with whatever I thought I was going to write about, but it appears to be the topic of the hour. Hence, bring on the drugs. Of course, those do cause me to have some rather strange dreams. For example, Miley Cyrus constantly calling our house phone to ask out my brother? Weird.

Why do they call them "wisdom" teeth, anyway? It's not like I feel any less smart because they took them out. Or even more naive. Should I have named all four them? Socrates? Plato? Newton and Copernicus? 

I'm not sure that would have mattered. Of course, I'm sure my oral surgeon would have thought  me strange if I had said:

"Don't hurt Copernicus as you take him out... he's a sensitive soul."

Hm... peculiar person I would be considered.

Ew! I went to look up information on wisdom teeth and found a list of common problems after surgery. No need to know those things. I would rather just take care of my wounds. I didn't even check to see if there was a reason of why they are called "wisdom" teeth. I guess I'll never know, but I'm sure it probably has something to do with them occurring later in life. 

But I digress on this random post of mine...

Surprisingly, they aren't bothering me TOO much (knock on wood... knock on wood... ), but I'm sure it's because I'm on drugs and because I'm trying to follow my brother's example (there's a first for everything!). He was actually quite meticulous about rinsing and caring for the wound area, so I'm going to be the same way, rinsing with the warm salt water and the blue antibacterial that looks like Windex. 

That way, I hope to keep infection away, particularly because that usually involves pain and oozing. Who wants pain and oozing? Yep, that's exactly what I thought. 

I find myself trying to relax as well because I DID take two floating holidays for this little escapade. Which makes me wonder how I always end up using my PTO and holidays for doctor's appointments and procedures? Why can't I have a FUN day?

Oh wait, that was ALL last week wasn't it? I guess I can't complain too much then.

Oh well. 

Time for more pain meds! :)