this is way better than daytime drama.

so i survived the long-awaited, agonizing thought of getting my wisdom yanked right out of my mouth. why can't they be called dumb teeth so we don't feel like we're losing something of importance? actually, why do we even sprout wisdom teeth in the first place? they obviously have no value. no life span. nothing of worth except the amount of money lost out of our wallets. i just don't get it.

i have come to befriend jessa's ice packs. those pink princess packs of frozen goo are sweet relief to my cheeks. i only experienced a bit of swelling an hour after the surgery, before i even had the chance to put cold pressure to my face. after that, the chipmunk cheeks haven't been apparent. and sleeping beauty and cinderella get a chance to rest happily on my face for twenty minutes at a time. if not those, i've found comfort in my bag of broccoli. that baby is the perfect punch of cool to wake up to in the morning. minus the smell of broccoli forcefully wafting up my nose.

so...the surgery. it was absolutely nothing i expected. i was looking forward to just taking a little nap while they did their deed. after all, the one other time i was knocked out at this facility, it worked like a charm. but this time, they pumped me full of 125 mg of a steroid (i think it was called hulk-azoid? totally kidding. no?) to help counter the 10 mg of prednisone that i take daily. something about infection? anyway, it made me so wired that no matter how much sedative they gave me to knock me out didn't work. i was alert, wide-awake-nancy the whole time. not cool. but honestly, it was the way the Lord revealed Himself to me. again. i was telling my mama that i have a sense of excitement before ordeals like this because i anticipate the Lord's hand at work during the procedure. He always brings me that peace that passes all understanding. the peace that shouldn't be there, but is. every time. it's like i'm tapped into this almighty grace of peace that floods my body. and no, it wasn't the laughing gas. God's stuff is way better. *wink. so for being awake and hearing the drilling and breaking of my teeth (i highly don't recommend it), i {hardly} felt pain. and i seriously think i heard a miniature chain saw start up in my mouth. yes? again, not cool.

the healing is what i was most nervous about, but with the best nurse in the universe, i've been feeling great (except for not sleeping - that horrible dose of steroid won't wear off for a few days. poo.). my mama makes the best chocolate milkshakes, mashed potatoes and jello. i know it's just jello, but i think she sprinkles it with just a tad of love - which makes it out of this world. i also have two of the best mini-nurses to provide kisses and snuggles when i need them the most. and some pretty rockin' ice packs - thanks for sharing jess!

so i guess expectations are not what they seem. and after reading this, there's no need to watch general hospital this afternoon. holy cow, i was totally kidding. please don't tell me you watch that...