Aaaagh!

Well, first let me just say that I am very medicated. Very. Which, in a way is nice, because my eyes glaze over and I feel nothing for at least an hour. Lets see...antibiotics twice a day, super-strong painkillers as needed, and a really bitter mouthwash I have to *shudder* squirt into the gaping sockets with a syringe. And I have to rinse with salt water. God, this sucks.
Anyway, my face hurts. A lot. Like I've been hit in the face with a bag of bricks. Which is a considerable improvement from yesterday. God, I hardly remember it. Um...okay, the nurse walked me to the surgery room. A big black bed, it looked like the ones they use in prisons when they strap deathrow prisoners down and lethally inject them. Nurses walking all around. A very kind doctor lay me down and asked my name, and casually tied an elastic around my left arm. I hate that, when they are about to stick you and they try and keep you talking but you know what they're doing. Stupid...anyway, it took a while for him to find a vein. Then he found one, and injected me. "Here comes the sleepy stuff," he said. I looked up into the flourescent light above me, tasted the nasty gas running around in my system, said "Yay," rather quietly, and then nothing. It's weird. Like an hour of my life doesn't exist. Nothing.
I woke up in the recovery room. My eyes fluttered open, just as a nurse was changing my dressing, pulling thick, blood soaked gauze from my mouth. It was gross, and I'm sure it would have been painful if my jaw hadn't been numb. The nurse stuffed some clean gauze inbetween my cheeks. She said, "Hello, you're in the recovery room...bite down...there you go...how do you feel?" I think I said "I don't remember anything..." and then I think she said "That's because of the wonderful drugs we gave you." but I may just be dreaming that part. She said something else, and went to check on another teenage girl, still unconscious, on the other gurney. I turned my head to the...right?...to see, but it felt so dizzying that I went back to staring blearily at the ceiling. I felt a pain in my left hand, lifted it, and saw a white peice of cotton strapped down with tape over where the injection was. I glanced down at what was covering me. A weird plastic-ey sheet and a pink blanket on top. My first coherent, thought was "I hate pink." The nurse came back and pushed my stretcher against the wall, and left again. I don't know how long I lay there, but when the nurse came back, she sat me up and walked me out. I was very dizzy, but I recognized the doctor, and waved feebly, he said "Good for you," and I accidentally walked into the first door on the right instead of the second, but thanks to the nurse I finally made it to my destination, where I sat in a dental chair, was covered in a pink blanket and left to sleep a bit more. I thought, "Drain the pressure from the swelling...this sensations overwhelming..." A different nurse came, gave me a syringe in a baggy, told me not to remove the gauze until 5:00 pm, and helped me put on my coat. She walked me to the elevator, holding my elbow. She got me to the car, mom had driven up to the front door...I thanked her, got in the car, and left.
At least, I think that is what happened. I dunno. I'm still in a lot of pain and my mind is pleasantly blurred. When the novacaine wore off I took some medicine. I've been sleeping for the better part of two days. I'm swollen, have bruises on my cheeks and left hand, and I miss solid food so much. I can't do anything, either! It's in the rules. Cannot drink soda, use straws, have alchohol, kiss, have solids, suck anything, open my mouth too wide, blow my nose, and after "meals" I have to rinse with salt water and chlorhexidine. Arrrgh!
The grossest part; I have stitches inside my mouth. Which have to be removed on Wednesday. Sorry, Matt, I won't be there for drama.
Well, that's my weekend, how about yours?