No more wisdom...

So this week, I faced a fear I have put off for far too long. I went in Monday morning to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I was up all Sunday night worrying, dreading and trying to figure out how the heck to get out of the upcoming surgery. I figured I had come up with the perfect plan. My appointment was at 8 am that morning (the same time the office opens) so I decided to drive to the office (with my dad/grandparents) as planned and tell them in person, you know, just in case they even thought about charging a cancellation fee (for some reason I thought telling them in person wouldn't actually be considered cancelling, but rather delivering helpful information)...feeling relieved I walked right up to the front desk and asked the girl to tell Dr. K that I had been feeling nauseous all night and although we probably couldn't go forward with the surgery that day I did want to let him know. She looked up and smiled (think she's heard that before, but probably not in person) and said to have a seat. It wasn't two minutes later and here she came saying as long as I hadn't eaten or had anything to drink since midnight it would be fine (the Dr.knew I had been on amoxxicillan as well so he decided that must be why I wasn't feeling well, you know, if I hadn't been feeling well). Needless to say, we did go through with the surgery, the last thing I remember before taking a much needed nap, I mean being put to sleep, is talking to the Dr about a recent trip to Palm Beach and then I woke up and went home...a few days and changes in medications later, and I am starting to feel as though I just may survive this ordeal..and to those of you who think I am being a baby (Ashley) I want it known that in addition to my wisdom teeth I had two teeth pulled and two bone grafts done as well thankyouverymuch! Hope you all (Ashley) have a great Friday night! I am having a wild night, I must get back to my date, er, I mean my brother!!