Teeth.

You haven't seen determination

 until you witness someone who has only eaten soup 

for three days try to eat a bean burrito. 

This all started Thursday morning about 45 minutes before surgery when I decided to read the pre-op packet. Oops. It said to remove any nail polish and makeup - there went my plan to look good to try to convince them to do the surgery really well. I had a few minutes left before the best mother in law ever showed up, so I started to take off my glitter nail polish. If you are a woman or a strange man, you have probably experienced this process that almost requires a jackhammer. I finally get it all off only to realize that my nails are stained a disgusting yellow and assume everyone at the doctor's office is going to think I have some nasty fungus. Fast forward to surgery chair, I am getting all hooked up to the machines and making sure to retell the nail polish story to every new nurse that walks in. You know, so they know I'm not gross. Then starts the real fun. At least that's what I have been told. Apparently when I was being moved from the surgery chair to the gurney, instead of standing up and sitting back down like a normal person, I sort of crab walked to it. So one of the nurses mentioned that I must have a strong core, so I said yes and started to do crunches to prove it. I also asked upon being woken up if I had also gotten a boob job, but was told that I had to pay more for that... I also remember leaving and waving to Dr. Straka and saying thanks with a mouthful of cotton, not realizing I had just had a 10 minute conversation with him moments before. I remember being pleasantly surprised when I looked at my face in the car mirror on the way home, thinking that I had dodged a bullet since my face was barely swollen. 

Then this. 

The first picture was the car ride home - feeling pretty good. Then a series of pictures taken over the next 24 hours. My good friend Louisa came over to watch movies with me and bring me soup and spent the first five minutes of the visit laughing hysterically at my fat face. 

Well, that's pretty much the wisdom teeth saga. It's amazing how much time you can spend doing absolutely nothing. Thanks everyone for the calls, texts, flowers and everyone that took such great care of me!!

I probably won't see any of you again until my face returns to normal. 

xoxo