My mouth ain't as smart as it used to be

Fact: Jill is sometimes impulsive to the point of recklessness. Most of the times it involve things of little consequence... things like going out to eat when I have other things I ought to eat, hiking mountains by myself on a whim, going on adventures at the drop of a hat, etc. Yesterday I did something that would have been reckless and consequential if things had gone amiss... fortunately it didn't.

So Tuesday after work I came home, ate some leftover barbecue and cereal, went to sleep at 8am woke up at 10:00am, carpooled with my friend to SLC and had my wisdom teeth removed as well as a few cavities filled. After that I went to institute, to a stake interview to renew my temple recommend, and now I'm at work for the rest of the night.

When I told my coworkers of my plan yesterday night everyone declared I was CRAZY! They told me horror stories of people out of commission for 2-3 days after having wisdom teeth pulled. It made me a bit nervous actually since I don't really use pain meds often and since I'm a smaller person with a smaller mouth I could see the operation being hard on my system. I just had these visions of me being totally incapacitated at work and a sore, swollen, nasty mess from the whole operation. I had visions of a "stoned" Jill missing something big at work and killing someone at work due to all of the meds...

Despite my inhibitions, the operation went really smoothly and besides a little bit of bruising, most people wouldn't be able to guess I even had the operation. No drowsiness from the meds... I could eat frozen yogurt less than an hour after the procedure. I probably wouldn't need the meds much at all if I was continuously icing my cheeks.

The operation itself wasn't that bad either. I had these visions of things being incredibly painful, grinding, and foul tasting. Despite the mornings inhibitions I told the dentist I didn't want laughing gas (hoping this would minimize my recovery) and honestly I don't see why people need it. I'd be listening to CNN talking about the failing economy and then I'd glance over and realize that Dr. Broadbent was grinding away and my teeth or yanking on something. Maybe it had something to do with how I was running on no sleep... Needless to say, things didn't ever get as bad as I thought they would. I'm eternally grateful for modern medicine which put me in a situation where I couldn't really feel anything. I'm sure I'd sing a different tune if I had felt it or if the Dental Hygienist didn't have one of those sucky-upper things that she was quite skilled with so my mouth didn't taste vile.