The oral surgery blues.

It’s day three post oral surgery!

I’ve officially taken my last hydrocodone, and trying to analyze the situation before I “sober up” and start feeling pain again.

In these three days –
I’ve had a man bring me a huge stuffed Chewbacca and Star Trek: Into the darkness. Which we watched, and he found it hilarious that I slept through the entire movie (drugs), but only woke up to talk crap about curtain scenes that they messed up on.
I told him to read my blog.
The Savannah’s have taken better care of me than I ever remember being taken care of.
I mean, in my entire life.
They wake me up every 6 hours (which include 1am and 7am) to help me take my medicine. They have bought me soup, Gatorade, icecream, and not to mention PAID FOR MY SURGERY.
They’ve returned RedBox movies Chris brought over, and filled uncountable bags of ice for my face.
In my entire life I never thought I would have not only one, but two friends that put me before themselves. I couldn’t feel more blessed than I do now. I honestly have no words for how important these girls are in my life. I never would have made it through this surgery without them.