Jenny the Chipette

This past weekend I had the opportunity of experiencing my first surgery. Exciting! I am not going to be a full time student any more in the next few weeks and which means no more parent's insurance for me so I had to do what pretty much every has already done when they're my age... get my wisdom teeth out. Luckily Tyler had to get his out too so we went through the whole process together. Doesn't make it fun, but surely made it better.

Friday, April 4, Ty and I head to the oral surgeon office and get there about 11:15. They decide since we're both there we might as well get us both set up to go. Tyler wanted to go first so I'm the lucky one who got to sit there with an I.V. stuck pinching my arm and the loud beeping noise while I'm trying to read a paper to analyze. Not distracting at all. And then came the drill noises from the other room. Didn't expect to hear that... This was a whole new experience for me so I was trying my best to stay calm and not freak out. I've realized when I do that I usually just clam up and don't say anything because I really wasn't saying a word to anyone which is in contrast to Tyler who before the surgery was talking everyone's ears off. Anyway, so they get done with Tyler and come into my room to get me started. I look at the clock and it's 12:20 now. The doctor comes in, puts this stuff in my I.V. and is talking to me with me not really responding because I don't talk in those situations. Within a minute I start to see things a bit hazy and think it's my contacts being weird so I go to rub my eyes and can't because, oh wait, I'm wearing my glasses! Wow, that stuff works fast. I closed my eyes to prepare myself and when I open them again it's still all hazy. Then I look at the clock and it's 1:05!!! What the heck? I was so confused... They put me in a wheelchair, wheeled me out where my brother and mom are and I feel all this stuff in my mouth and my mouth feels about the size of my face. I couldn't tell if my mouth was closed and I didn't want to be sitting there with it gaping open so I asked my mom if it was. After she laughed at me she said that it wasn't. I felt it to be sure she wasn't lying to me and she was right. Good mom. :)

The next few days consisted of the same thing: Tyler and I both laying on the couch with my mom nursing us back to health. We ate pudding, jello, smoothies, and soup. So when Sunday morning came around and we ate waffles... best day ever! I also had a few great friends come to visit even though I wasn't much fun and couldn't do a whole lot. Kelsea and Jenny brought me Jamba Juice Friday which I am sad to say didn't have much of a taste at all so I didn't get to enjoy it like I would've liked. Jerry and Richard drove from Orem to see me as well which was a pleasant surprise and nice gesture. Although, I think the main reason for their visiting was to take pictures of me and my pathetic swollen chipmunk face so they could put them on facebook for the whole world to see. They thought against it but did something rather amusing to the pictures so I thought that I would share them on my blog instead.

Even though my face started turning yellow from bruising it's already going away. I've had my share of people making the classic chipmunk face and poking my jaw to see if it still hurts (yes, it kind of still does). I'm pretty much good as new though... or at least getting there. I do have some oxycodone left over. Any takers? ;)