I just have to get this one off my chest.
A girl who graduated with me had a baby her junior year of high school. She was the Teen Mom of our school...glamorous, always looked great and none too bright. Everybody was thrilled when they found out she was keeping the baby, even though she was only 17 and her foster parents would have to do most of the childcare. But she didn't care a whit and floated effortlessly through labor and the rest of high school. This evening I logged on to Facebook to this:
Oh. Em. Gee. You're telling me you are nineteen years old with a twenty year old boyfriend, a two year old son, and you are trying for a second child?!?! What in the heck is wrong with you?! You don't need another baby, you need counseling! Jeebus. I'm seriously amazed at the stupidity of my classmates. This is why people form Tea Parties and vote for Sarah Palin. Because their two children under the ages of 5 have sucked their brain cells out...if they had any to begin with.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Da Wizdom Toof Advenshure
I didn't mean to look all pitiful and stuff. Really. But I was still kind of woozy from the anesthetic. So, here is Chipmunk Gigi.
This was yesterday, about 3 hours post-op. Puffy cheeks, glazed eyes....yep, looks like a wisdom tooth surgery.
I was pretty nervous, this being my first surgery ever. Would I embarrass myself? Would I be in agony? What if I turned out to be one of those rare people who can feel the pain but is under the anesthetic so they can't say or do anything?
Dad picked up Boyfriend and me a little before 8:30. It was a quiet two hour drive to the oral surgeon I'd been recommended to see.
And I was hungry. We stopped at Burger King and I eyed Dad's breakfast sandwich enviously, knowing it would be days before I could handle solid food.
The two of them came to sit with me while I was getting prepped for surgery, which was heartening. I was terrified, and the heart monitor showed it. But, as Boyfriend the Medic pointed out, my blood oxygen level was "prefect." Cool.
I'd also never had an IV put in me before, (believe me, Boyfriend has offered) so that was new. It felt like cooling menthol in my arm, and it was not altogether unpleasant. The surgeon arrived (my heart rate spiked), Dad and Boyfriend left, and the go-to-sleep stuff was put in the IV. I wanted to be aware of every moment as I fell asleep. It was strange, not at all like drifting gently off. I got very dizzy and it was lights out for this girl.
The first thing I can remember after coming to is the nurse showing Boyfriend in. I think I remember trying to smile. He later told me I was pretty silly. I sang "my milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard," when Boyfriend said we could go get a milkshake later if I wanted. I also told him I had "Big Yellow Taxi" by Counting Crows in my head, which had been playing at BK, and sang, "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot." I told Boyfriend I had to pee, he asked if I'd need help, and apparently I glared at him and said, "I can wipe my own butt." Good thing Dad wasn't in the room at the time.
We stopped at a gas station for me to pee and get a blue slushie, which I could barely get in my mouth. That's one thing I did not expect: not being able to open my mouth more than a half inch. Nor did I expect the sore throat, which has yet to go away.
My best friends throughout the experience have been Boyfriend, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, milkshakes, and hydrocodone. Ohhh, I love that hydrocodone. It makes the pain go from "Owwww this really sucks" to "yeah, it hurts." I am also thoroughly enjoying the high-end Snuggie Boyfriend gave me for my birthday.
Well, I'm going to try to tackle some mac n cheese. So far my greatest accomplishment has been mashed potatoes. Mmmmm...
This was yesterday, about 3 hours post-op. Puffy cheeks, glazed eyes....yep, looks like a wisdom tooth surgery.
I was pretty nervous, this being my first surgery ever. Would I embarrass myself? Would I be in agony? What if I turned out to be one of those rare people who can feel the pain but is under the anesthetic so they can't say or do anything?
Dad picked up Boyfriend and me a little before 8:30. It was a quiet two hour drive to the oral surgeon I'd been recommended to see.
And I was hungry. We stopped at Burger King and I eyed Dad's breakfast sandwich enviously, knowing it would be days before I could handle solid food.
The two of them came to sit with me while I was getting prepped for surgery, which was heartening. I was terrified, and the heart monitor showed it. But, as Boyfriend the Medic pointed out, my blood oxygen level was "prefect." Cool.
I'd also never had an IV put in me before, (believe me, Boyfriend has offered) so that was new. It felt like cooling menthol in my arm, and it was not altogether unpleasant. The surgeon arrived (my heart rate spiked), Dad and Boyfriend left, and the go-to-sleep stuff was put in the IV. I wanted to be aware of every moment as I fell asleep. It was strange, not at all like drifting gently off. I got very dizzy and it was lights out for this girl.
The first thing I can remember after coming to is the nurse showing Boyfriend in. I think I remember trying to smile. He later told me I was pretty silly. I sang "my milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard," when Boyfriend said we could go get a milkshake later if I wanted. I also told him I had "Big Yellow Taxi" by Counting Crows in my head, which had been playing at BK, and sang, "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot." I told Boyfriend I had to pee, he asked if I'd need help, and apparently I glared at him and said, "I can wipe my own butt." Good thing Dad wasn't in the room at the time.
We stopped at a gas station for me to pee and get a blue slushie, which I could barely get in my mouth. That's one thing I did not expect: not being able to open my mouth more than a half inch. Nor did I expect the sore throat, which has yet to go away.
My best friends throughout the experience have been Boyfriend, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, milkshakes, and hydrocodone. Ohhh, I love that hydrocodone. It makes the pain go from "Owwww this really sucks" to "yeah, it hurts." I am also thoroughly enjoying the high-end Snuggie Boyfriend gave me for my birthday.
Well, I'm going to try to tackle some mac n cheese. So far my greatest accomplishment has been mashed potatoes. Mmmmm...
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