Non-craftiness

Well, this is supposed to be my crafty blog where I only talk about my knitting and dancing, but this has beena big deal to me for the past 2 days so I figured I should talk about it. Fair warning: GRAPHIC.
Yesterday was my wonderful appointment to get my 8 teeth out. I was given a sleeping pill to take 1 hour before getting to the appointment. It's a good thing I told Mr A how to get to the office as we were leaving the apartment, because I must have started nodding off even before we got on the bridge. All I remember was waking up to see him taking the wrong exit to which I screamed "Not this exit! The one after Rowland!" and plopping back out. I remember parking the car and trying to sit in the waiting room. They took my right into the back room and told me to lie down on the chair. Two women were in the room, and one of them handed me a little blue stress ball and told me to keep squeezing. I thought I needed to squeeze it to puff up my vein so that they could give me my IV. I remember closing my eyes, listening to the TV that was on and thinking "I need a break. I can't squeeze" The same woman told me to keep squeezing, and at some point a mask went over my nose. I stopped squeezing again. After the third time, I began crying because I couldn't squeeze any more. I remember the Dr coming in and talking and someone wiping my face. That was it.
I don't remember waking up. I don't remember having to pee (Mr A asked if I remembered peeing and I asked if I managed to make it to the bathroom... luckily I was auditory so i was escorted) and I don't even remember making it up the three flights of stairs to my home. I do remember going to the bathroom to pull gause out of my mouth and not knowing the difference between numb lip and wet gause. Red spilled all down the front of my shirt. I took a nap with ice on my cheeks. Mr A brought me chocolate pudding and a vicodin. I was only able to eat one spoon full. At some point I tried having a smoothy. Apparently trying to ingest anything did not work well. I also tried taking vicodin, my antibiotics and my antiinflammatory, all of which have the side effect of upset stomach and nausea. I couldn't keep anything down. I was so hopped up that I didn't care at all about the work they were doing on my roof. I slept through it. Yesterday was very hard. Last night was very restless and I didn't sleep the whole night through. I kept tryig to get comfortable while not touching my cheeks.
Today went a little better. My left cheek is bruised and my face is puffy. I've been eating better even though it is mostly jello, pudding and a bowl of mac n cheese. Ice has been a very close friend of mine. I'll be looking forward to the weekend being over and being over this fun time.
The only crafy thing I have to say is that I have finally commited to memory the boise shawl pattern. I am proud of that. :o)