I had four wisdom teeth pulled this morning. The timing is pretty lame, considering that my dad also recently had a procedure done. He says they had to stick him 11 times with the needle before they could find a vein. Nonetheless, my dad is being very helpful. The two of us are home from work, and he's taken the liberty of getting me smoothies and milkshakes.
Apparently, once you have teeth pulled your mouth becomes a gusher of blood that cannot be stemmed. Soreness is a non-issue due to the painkillers, but it's kind of surreal to be bleeding like some kind of hellish fire hydrant with no corresponding pain.
My dad is watching some awful show about Alligator hunters. But I just took two Oxycodone so everything is kind of awesome.
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