And They're Out

I've been dragging my feet about getting my wisdom teeth out for years. They never bothered me much but they were growing in crooked and starting to push my other teeth out of line so it was time to get them out. I was also hoping to get them out before I lost my dental insurance. That last part didn't really work out but it's okay.

They're gone now. I had to have oral surgery to get them out. So I had general anesthetic and well once I got masked I don't remember anything until waking up in recovery. Then my mom drove me out to the farm and here I am. Lots of gauze (for the bleeding), several ice packs (for the swelling) and half a dozen T3s later and honestly I'm not feeling too bad.

The great thing about being on a liquid/soft food diet is that most of the soft foods are sugary. Jello, pudding that sort of thing. Delicious though not overly nutritious. I should be able to have soup tomorrow and I'm kind of looking forward to that.

How does that even happen?

I must be the most accident prone person ever. Well no that's not true, I've only ever broken one bone in my life. But I do manage to run into things, or scrape myself up on things or step on things everyday. So it should come as no surprise that I would somehow manage to get a sewing needles pierced through my toe.

That's right I didn't just step on it and it got stuck in the fleshy part of my toe. Oh no, It went right from the bottom up through my toe and out right near the side of the nail. Somehow this needle was on my bedroom floor and when I went to go to bed last night, bam! right through the toe.

It hurts like hell too, but it doesn't look infected and my brother wrapped it in gauze for me so I'm sure it will be fine. But really how does stuff like this keep happening to me?

Moving is bad

So I'm moving. Only about half way across town but it's plenty far enough. We've taken 3 car loads and one truck and we still haven't moved any of the real furniture except for one bed. 

We're on the 3rd floor of the new place and while there is an elevator we're also at the very end of the hall so it made more sense at the time to just go up the stairs. But today I'm paying for it. Seriously I think that I've gotten more exercise in the last 2 days than I have in the entire 2 years I've been living here. 

Anyway we're pretty happy with the new place. So far our neighbours seem nice. One of them helped us haul a book case up the stairs. He also had an incredible Aussie accent. 

Holy Crap, What Did I Do To My Back?

All afternoon I have had a terrible pain the right side of my lower back. I just haven't figured out what I did to it. I would have said it was from the heavy lifting I did on the weekend but I was perfectly fine yesterday. Anyway as you know I'm all about the complaining so here's some more.

Really it hurts to do anything. It hurts to walk and it hurts to sit. If I can make it through another half hour I'll check lying down. I'd try it now but I'm at work and I'm afraid that I won't be able to get up off the floor, in which case I'd have to spend the night here. Ain't gonna happen.