I just had my wisdom teeth out and I feel like this:
Much to my husband’s disappointment, I was not like this:
But like this:
Well, that’s kind of stretching the truth. It was more like this:
Apparently the only exchange I had after the surgery was when I asked if the hygienist’s eyelashes were
real. They weren’t but I gently whispered, “They’re beautiful,” to her as she explained
the medicine and rinsing instructions to me.
So here I am today, at work feeling puffy and proud that I didn’t make a fool out of myself.
I was thinking of posting an actual book review but that will have to wait until next week when
I can see properly out of my right eye.