My mouth FUCKING HURTS. I had all four wisdom teeth out yesterday morning. Arrrgrgrggrhhhh.
(Bonus: as I was preparing to leave the recovery area, still a bit groggy, Mrs. Dallas was asking a couple clarifying questions about what I should and should not do. I'm very proud that, in my lessened mental state, I was able to ask, "What about peanut brittle?" The nurse, who was walking away, gave a very curt "No peanut brittle!" I asked Mrs. Dallas later and she agreed with me that it sounded like the nurse didn't think I was joking.
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