Other than one of my bottom wisdoms being a hella bitch to get out of my jaw the surgery went well- apparently I freaked out a little when I came to as didn’t know where I was. I guess had I been a slut in my younger years I would be ok with waking up in strange places, barely dressed and with a really sore jaw and a strange man leaning over me, but alas I wasn’t so apparently I shouted a couple of “What the fuck?” ’s and was ready to kick a little ass.

My dental guru who took them out is a fun pervy guy that you can share a laugh with without it being creepy so after I was prepped to be put under he stopped by to say hi. I asked if I had to take off my underwear as I wasn’t sure… This amused him greatly and he said that even if I was getting a suppository anesthetic (not) the guy could just pull them to the side. I reply with “Ya, like you’re in the back seat of a car.” Even nervous, I’m a pretty classy broad hey? He assured me that I could probably leave them on as none of “that access would be required” **Insert lecherous grin here**

Post surgery, Steve said I wasn’t too bad- walked like a drunk and took two minutes of slow motion hand flailing to answer “Everything is so fast” when he asked what I was looking at as we drove home. At one point though he said that I put my self to bed from the couch because apparently the fashion show that was taking place in the living room was too noisy. (The TV wasn’t even on) So yeah, I guess the extra percocet before being discharged really was a grand idea.

My car goes back in a couple hours and afterward, I will spend the rest of the day in a drug induced coma. See you all tomorrow.

ps- Holy Mary Mother of Dog does my breath ever smell like ass.

pps- Suz- Did I talk to you after my sugery or was that a weird dream? I just remember you laughing, but nothing else.