Kids, never tell anyone where you heard that. m'kay?
I had dental surgery Tuesday. And as someone so eloquently put it this morning, "Yeah, you are still looking chipmunkish. But don't worry, chipmunks are cute." This person has clearly never seen Alvin and the Chipmunks. Nor has she looked like a chipmunk. Yes, chipmunks are cute. When they are outside running away from my dog. Not when I am compared to one.
It takes a lot of Novocaine to get me good and numb. Seriously, I had 6 shots. I'd like to say that I have a high pain tolerance but I think it is finally time to admit that I don't. I had a good run of it though. Finally the truth is out. I'm a big baby. You'd think after 20 years of painful, um...times of the month, I'd be all good and scarred and strong. Nope. I still cry when my finger gets shut in the drawer. I lament over cutting myself while shaving. Yes, Brad, I do still shave. Sometimes.
Well, two days after my surgery I am still hurting. And that is where the drugs come in. It's only Ibuprofen, but it is good, and I like it.