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Getting the stitches out would've been a lot less painful if Doc hadn't taken the opportunity to get out Mr. Shiny-Pokey and jab my tenderest facemeats with it. You know, that just sounds wrong. Trust me, it felt wronger. Big twitch. Stitches out. Blood expelled. Tooth that was impacting got rotored down to size, which may mean the pain of the last six days will subside. I hope so, 'cause I think my liver's about to shut down from my new Tylenol-Advil diet. (Guys? There's better meds to be giving me! C'mon! Take a risk! Roll the dice!)
Sigh.
Actually, it's been an hour and my face is feeling much better. Maybe it's because I ate real food for the first time in ages -- a mini pepperoni pizza from ye olde vending machine (microwaved it's still uncrispy enough to be eaten with minimal effort). Wish we had milkshakes....
Sigh.
Actually, it's been an hour and my face is feeling much better. Maybe it's because I ate real food for the first time in ages -- a mini pepperoni pizza from ye olde vending machine (microwaved it's still uncrispy enough to be eaten with minimal effort). Wish we had milkshakes....