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Risen from the dead, I think

After sleeping all afternoon, I got up about 6 pm, briefly,  and then went back to bed and slept until 6 this morning. I ate some pudding and had some coffee and went back to sleep until about 8:30.  I think I'm awake now.  Maybe.

My face feels way better than it did yesterday. It feels kind of sore in spots and over all kind of leaden but it's not throbbing and when I get up, I'll take a couple of tylenol and that will likely fix it all.

At one point I flattened the bed out so I could sit on it and check the computer.  Then put the computer away to go back to sleep and the flat bed felt way too weird.  I hit the bed remote and tilted up the head and that's all it took.  I love this adjustable bed.

I am glad that the whole 'worrying about this tooth' is over.  It's been bugging me on and off for a year.  No more!

And I am so glad that I have nothing I have to do.  If I feel like it, I might make a run to Grocery Outlet. But, if I don't, no biggie.  I could actually sleep all of today, if I wanted.  And that's the most luxurious feeling.

I'm still in bed now and very tempted to go back to sleep but I think I'll get up and get dressed instead.  I did zero bear knitting yesterday.  Can't get away with that for long.

today's basket

Inertia

I spent a lot of time this morning trying not to go back to bed.  I'm not particularly sleepy or tired but not exactly perky either.  My face still feels like it was on the receiving end of a fist fight.  But if I don't move it, it's not bad.  I really just feel whipped. And dull.  And not very motivated to do anything.

According to the post pull instructions, today I can have hot stuff but no serious chewing until tomorrow.  I tried a banana but it was not ripe enough.  One bite was enough to given me a good reading on my chewability (very low).

But, I have yogurt, and applesauce, and pudding and a couple of potatoes to bake and tomato soup.  For lunch I scrambled two of the eggs that Anita brought me from her chickens. That was kind of a treat.

My dentist called to see if there was life after pulling. I assured her there was.  She made a stab at getting me to set up the cleaning appointment and I fended her off gracefully.  I feel like it's going to be a long time before I'm ready to go back.  And I don't really want to spend the $1000 and the big show stopper... I have to find someone to come get me after.

I guess this is one way to kill a week while the pool is closed.  I was toying with the idea of going to the West Seattle pool tomorrow but I may just wait until my pool opens on Monday.

This entry nearly exactly reflects how I feel - dull.

I am the anti-drug addict

When the dentist handed me the prescription for percocet, he looked me right in the eye and told me that he doubted I would need it. Tylenol would probably work fine.  I believed him.  Plus, I have the giant fear of drugs.  Plus the pharmacist, when I got the percocet filled, very sternly several times told me it would cause constipation. The third and final time he said it, he also looked right at me with a message that said "you will never ever ever shit again."

So today wears on.  I took Tylenol this morning and again early this afternoon and really I'm not impressed. My face, jaw and the roof of my mouth are all pretty hurty.  Plus. the dentist also told me that Day 4 will hurt the worst.  Depending on how you count it, today is still only Day 2.  arugh.  Finally tonight I decided to take one of the percocet.  The prescription was for 15 pills and honestly the bottle isn't big enough for all the warnings.  I read through them all trying to decide whether to take one tonight.

And then on the bottle I read 'no more than 9 pills a day'... NINE????  And I'm having a heart attack over 1????

I popped that sucker - booyah!  Let's paarrrrtay!  And by party, I mean chew.  Eventually.