I was actually pretty chipper when the entire procedure was done, but then my mood completely withered up and died and I started crying because I was half numb half "OWOWOWOWWWWWWW", but not a problem because Eric was with me the whole time. Not in the room, obviously, but he was in the waiting room and he got me stuff when we got home. Except my mouth wouldn't stop bleeding which was kind of annoying as all hell, but I got a shake and soup! Yay! Now I kind of want Rita's, but I'm still in my pajamas.
Plus I woke up and my face was all swollen and I was like "CRAp!" also I think the stitches on one side fell off, but that side isn't really bleeding anymore. My left side is much worst than the right, it's significantly more swollen. Also I kept my teeth and I've been laughing at their misfortune. Then this happened:
Suzanne: My teeth are all underdeveloped and twisted....they're like mouth abortions. *laugh XDD* Huh, [laughing] didn't hurt that time.
Eric: That's because God was cringing too much to inflict pain.
Also I'm sort of annoyed at Gesshoku Designs because they were having a sale (buy 2 shirts, get one $14.99 shirt free) and they didn't give me the free shirt and they forgot to send me one! Bah.









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"This ain't Cajun country, hun, zip those lips!"
My new happy place: [link]
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"I'm not gay, but my boner betrays my intentions." - Terrance Zdunich (writer, Repo! The Genetic Opera)
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Tears and tears. Stains that lift or stay. Oil, Skin, Nails, Prints; distinctive little traces we leave. These are the proof that we are here. It doesnt take a work of art or a masterpiece to prove that we exist. Science over sociology. Logic over art.
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Tears and tears. Stains that lift or stay. Oil, Skin, Nails, Prints; distinctive little traces we leave. These are the proof that we are here. It doesnt take a work of art or a masterpiece to prove that we exist. Science over sociology. Logic over art.
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