I Love You Like A Love Song, Baby!

Selena Gomez's new song is probably one of her best.  I love it.  And her music video is AWEESSSOMME.

Last Wednesday morning, I woke up to this:

That's because that morning I got all four of my wisdom teeth removed.

I was pretty freaked out.

I was taken back the little room where they did the surgery and I layed down on the chair,

where they then connected me to these wires and put this thing on my finger for blood pressure or something.

And I was connected to the heart monitor machine, as well.

Everybody around could hear when my heart sped up and when I attempted to calm myself.

I felt like Bella from Twilight...except Edward didn't kiss me.  Actually, nobody kissed me. hah.

My heart was racing because I was scared for my future.

What if all of a sudden my heart stops?

What if I die?

They connected me to the thing that puts the anesthesia into me, and I felt dizzy, but then the assistant lady said:

"When the doctor comes in, this is how he will put the anesthesia into you."

So obviously I was just getting dizzy cause it was all in my head.  

Then the Doctor came in and the lady said to me:

"Okay keep your eyes open just for another second, and remember to breathe in and out to help with the dizziness."

OH - and did I tell you?! I got one of those things that goes into my nose.  

After that...I don't remember a thing.  

After I was done with surgery,

I remember feeling so droopy and drowsy.  They took the thing off my finger and I remember being helped into a wheelchair.  I felt so tired.   And my mouth was full of gauze pads.  

I had my mom take a picture of me.

And I asked her if that's what it felt like to be high.

I am not going to put it on here because I feel embarrassed with it just being on my computer.  I look so weird.  I smiled for the picture too.  Except my eyes are practically squinted shut.  Probably cause I couldn't even keep them open.

Anyways.  I am getting tired just writing this much.  Thank heavens I found people to work for me this weekend.  The chipmunk look is starting to take hold of me.  I also have really fat and juicy lips.

And for fear of saying embarrassing things, I didn't really want to communicate with anybody, so before surgery I asked my Mom to not let me use my phone...but I felt normal when I got home.  Just weak.  

I felt pretty in control of what I was doing.  

But then the second day came, and that darn vicodin and ibuprofen upset my tummy WAY too much.  I felt like I was dying.  Thank heavens there was no vomiting.  There was NEAR vomiting though.  I have kept a large bowl nearby, just in case. 

I am tired of soup and yogurt and apple sauce.  I have also had two milkshakes the past two days.  yuuum.

Here's a picture that looks pretty cool:

(i took it)

Anyways.  I miss eating goldfish.  

I also would appreciate non-drowsiness and nauseous-ness.

-Mallory