Oxycodone.

Man, today was the most wasted day ever. I got my wisdom teeth taken out this morning. When I went back for the procedure, the nurse gave me some "laughing gas" to help me relax. It made me all sleepy. Then Dr. Wilson came in, and he started an IV in my hand (since he couldn't get the needle to go in either one of my arms. He was talking to me before he started the IV, but I was already feeling a little out of it because of the laughing gas so I couldn't really respond. I remember hearing him say something about me having a tan, and I laughed, but that was about it. I think the last thing I remember hearing Dr. Wilson say was something about relaxing because I had a beautiful heart rate and beautiful blood pressure. His voice was really soft. Anyway, my mom said I was completely asleep by about ten after 9, and when I woke up, it was around 10:00. But I don't remember waking up. I remember the nurse coming in to take me to the little "recovery" room, and I remember her saying something about getting my balance and something about the recliner. I was pretty out of it though. And it was kinda funny, 'cause I had to keep one eye closed for like an hour after my surgery because if I kept both eyes open I would start seeing doubles.

After I got home, I pretty much slept on and off all afternoon. Around 1:00, my mom told me John was coming over. That made me feel better. So I texted him and sure enough, he was coming to see me. And my mom actually let him stay with me while she went to get my paycheck from work and deposit it at the bank. He made some macaroni for lunch, and I tried to eat a little bit of it, but I couldn't because my mouth was too sore. The thought was nice though. And really, him being there was enough to make me feel better. I just wish he could've stayed longer, but he had to go home and clean his room before he went to work. After he left, I just went back to sleep.

Around 6, I woke up and took another pain pill. Dr. Wilson wrote my prescription for oxycodone, which is a pretty strong pain medication. They didn't even give my dad that for his back. But I'm not complaining - the stuff works. I went back to sleep til about 7:30, when my mom woke me up because she'd brought me some macaroni & cheese from KFC. It was really good, but that's probably just because it was the only thing I'd really been able to eat all day. But whatever the reason, I ate it and took another nap til about 9:00, and then I came to my room to talk to John on AIM. Well, I wasn't in here very long before I got really nauseated and started to gag. I threw up, but barely. And my dad went to the store to get me some Ice Breakers to help the nausea go away. I've felt better since then.

Anyway, John was bored (and rather hyper), so he decided to text Kayla and ask her if she wanted to hang out. She did, so he was going to meet up with her, but his dad wouldn't let him go anywhere. So John came back upstairs all mad, only to decide that he was going out anyway. So he left. I've texted him a couple times, but I haven't heard back from him. It's going on 1:00 though. He should be home by now, since he has to work in the morning. In fact, he's working a double shift tomorrow, so he should be getting some major rest tonight. But he's not home yet. I just wonder if his dad took his phone or something. I dunno. I was just hoping I'd get to talk to him again before I went to bed for the night. And I was actually hoping he could come by my house in between his shifts at Bilo tomorrow. But he might rather go home and take a nap. Again, I dunno. I just figure I'll be in a fair amount of pain tomorrow, and seeing him would certainly make me feel better.

Anyway, I guess I'm gonna call it a night. I'm going to take one more dose of my medicine, and wait on John just a little bit longer. I'll try to post again tomorrow.

Goodnight.