As dictated to Jordan, by Monica: 

Typing makes my head hurt, but I've been wanting to blog so I'm making Jordan (hi all) type for me. I've only gone to work on Monday of this week and I have a test this weekend, which I have not studied for at all. You remember how I said I always recover faster than Jen but I get a lot more complications than her? That's me right now. 

Do you wanna hear something gross? Two days ago the dentist called my cell phone and told me that my mom had made an appointment for me to see the oral surgeon at 3. I thought it was weird because my mom would never make an appointment that she could not go to (she was at work) so I waited until 30 minutes before my appointment for my mom to pick me up and when she didn't show up, I decided to drive myself. Keep in mind that I am heavily drugged and in mucho pain. So I drove myself and when I got there and my mom wasn't there, which signaled to me that it was a trap; they had obviously called me so I would go there immediately. Then, they took me to the back room where the (lesbian) attendant sat me down and had me wait for the doctor. When the doctor came in (without greeting me), he had me open my mouth and started rinsing my mouth out with Listerine and had me spit into a bedpan (a bedpan Jordan! That's for poop!). Then, he started taking out gauze from the right side of my mouth which was crusted with blood and smelled like death. Then, he started tugging on the left side of my mouth, but he was pulling on the wrong thing and didn't even notice for like 10 seconds! Then he goes "Whoops! Sorry there!" and finally medicates the gauze he was trying to pull out. Then, he replaces the gauze with new gauze and stronger medication and started walking out of the office. Before he could leave, I stopped him and asked him what he did, why he did it, and if there were any problems (like a responsible baby bug would do). Then he said there was no infection and that I did not have dry socket in an impatient manner and I was curtly dismissed!

Yesterday, I ate three baked potatoes from Wendy's and when I went to rinse my mouth out a pice of gauze from the left side of my mouth fell out! I am pretty sure that it fell out because the thing that he was tugging on was actually a stitch. The gauze was bloody and slightly mealy. It was gross. After the left side of my mouth felt better and I was not worried, but last night after yelling at Jordan (innocent bystander) my mouth hurt extra, extra, extra, extra bad. It hurt so bad that I wanted to blow my brains out. That is the last time I ever yell at Jordan. The boy is protected by the voodoo spirits. And my pain medication would not work all night (and still is not working). It hurt so bad that I had to call Jordan, sobbing so that he could make it better.

I am not amused old man.

Today, I went to the library to try and study, but they are not open until noon on Fridays so I went to Target and bought the supplies for Jordan's wisdom teeth care package (he's doing it on July 31st). I think it is extra good meaning that I would have liked to have this stuff when I was going through this stuff. I will post pictures later, after I have given it to him.

Today, I also had some tomato basil soup from Campbell's Select, which was yummy. But then when I rinsed my mouth out, some MORE stitches came out. And now they hurt.