Wisdom Teeth and Text Messages

I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday (Friday). What a fun time. Mom and I got to the Maxillofacial Clinic about 2:10, when my appointment was at 2:30. She filled out the paperwork and we sat in there... and I shivered from both nervousness and because I was freezing my butt off. I also dozed a little, but woke up and decided to stay awake after one of the nurse ladies walked by and I woke up to her staring at me with a funny look on her face. What a weird lady. Then they called my name, and I had to take off my coat and gloves and go back into another room with mom.

In this room, the lady made me hold still with my face in a weird position so that she could x-ray my mouth. Then she asks me a few questions and I'm still shivering because this room was even colder than the waiting room. THEN she hands me mouthwash and tells me to swish it for 20-30 seconds. This is the same mouthwash they have you use after you get your teeth out. It burned my gums and made me gag a little. It was rather gross. Then Dr. Van Dam comes in, looks in my mouth even though the x-rays are on every screen in the room, starts telling me about every little thing that could go wrong, and then tells me not to panic. How nice of him.

A wonderful lady came in the room to get me after Dr. Van Dam left. Her name was Sheila (I'm surprised I remember that) and she seemed like a genuinely nice person. Turns out, she was. I was surprised. Not at all like the dental hygienist ladies who seem to think it's hilarious to poke you in the gums with sharp, pointy tools and sarcastically ask why you're flinching. (Speaking of which, I found out yesterday during band by one of my fellow Clarinet friends who has the same dentist, that one of our dental hygienist ladies was murdered by her boyfriend who then committed suicide afterwards. What a great story, right? Not.)

Anywho, she takes me back to where they're going to remove my teethies, and starts getting me all ready. Keep in mind I was incredibly nervous by this point in time, and this room was even more cold than the two previous ones. It sucked, because I don't shiver, I have convulsions. She asks me which arm would be better for the IV. Because I've always had people have trouble with my left arm, I say she should use the right arm. She tried to, of course. I now have three little holes in my arm because I have "hard veins" and every time she tried to get the needle in there, they would move off to either side and not hold still. She then tried to find a vein in my right hand, but doesn't even try to put the needle in when she took a look at my hand, and decides that those veins are too small. Left arm worked on the first try.

So she puts the needle in my arm and tapes it down, but doesn't start the IV. Instead, she puts weird sticky circle things on my arms and a blood pressure cuff on my left arm, puts an oxygen tube in my nose (BLECH) and has me take some deep breaths. Then, I'm dozing off when the IV hasn't even started yet (I was tired, what can I say?) And I hear someone say something, so I open my eyes, my eyes won't focus, and I don't remember anything else until I woke up.

I woke up a bit faster than most other people do, according to the lady who shook me awake gently in yet another room that didn't even look remotely familiar. She offers me a drink, and I decline, not realizing that I actually really wanted one. So I start to move myself around, I can't feel the lower half of my cheeks, my chin, my tongue, or my lower lip, although I could feel my upper lip for some reason. I promptly got yelled at to hold still and wait for help to sit up. I hadn't really thought it would be a problem for me to do on my own, seeing as I was still in the chair, and there was no chance that I would fall down, seeing as I was already down. Still. Got yelled at. How mean.

I then ask to be helped up into a standing position, after I realized that sitting up, and the more elevated I was, the clearer the head I had. So I do ask for some water, and am helped up, and right out of the room. I get passed off to mom, she walks me out to the car, and we head to Safeway. I made her take me through Safeway with her, and she held my hand all the way inside the door and to the soup aisle. Then she let go. How nice. I was doing fairly well all on my own though. She goes to get the prescriptions filled, then we buy soup, go back to pick up and pay for the prescriptions, and then go home.

At home, I went upstairs and decided to relax. I was texting people, but it wasn't really a problem at that time. Eventually I took a nap, get woken up around 7:40 (didn't get home until after 5) and I go downstairs for food. I got some tomato soup and my antibiotic medication and some painkillers down, and while we are waiting for them to kick in, we have family scripture study and prayer. After prayer, mom and dad and I were still kneeling on the floor. Mom complained that dad should get a tissue due to the fact that he had a booger. He then turned to me (I had fresh gauze in my mouth at this time and could only really mumble what I wanted to say) and turned his head up so I could see right up his nose, and asked if he had a boogie. I told him it looked more like a waltz to me, and both mom and dad cracked up, while I tried not to smile due to the fact that it hurt.

Then I wandered upstairs and took a shower. Sitting in my bed, I put a passcode on my phone so that I wouldn't be able to text anyone while I was on the pain killers and while I was tired. If only that had actually worked. Poor, poor Marcus and Logan got messages from me, and they didn't make any sense at all. Marcus got lucky and got only one message, Logan wasn't so lucky and got three. Waking up this morning and reading them? I was confused, to say the least.

The one I sent to Marcus said this:
"If cats could live in shoe pnats, would shoe pijs be som water el?"

Whatever that says. I have no idea. Now, the ones I sent to Logan, on the other hand, made even less sense.
Here's the first one:
"Singing kit kat cark syleh tired?"

And then one immediately after that:
"Night to you slepp dreams tomrow see drive?"

To which he texted back saying: "What?"
And I replied: "?,!i" And passed out. I woke up to a reply from him saying:
"lol go home Caitlyn, you're drunk."

Whoops. That was all my adventures for the night though. I had tomato soup for breakfast, and tomato soup and cake for lunch. Have a nice day! -Caite

What We Do in Our Spare Time

This post is long overdue, but then again, so is my free time. So sometimes the three of us get in the craziest moods, and I have some screenshots here of our texting conversations to prove it.

It all started one night when I was texting Ashley. I had a long, stressful day, and I think I just snapped. I'm the green messages in each case.

Now I will post the conversation I was having with Caite via text at the same time.

Here's the part where I started bugging her. Ashley had stopped texting me.

And going back to the conversation I had with Ashley, I did actually bug Dan.

At which point he stopped texting me... I think he was working or something. Anyways, that's what I tell myself when people stop texting me.

I love these screenshots, because it shows how goofy all three of us are, but at the same time, you can see the different ways that we are goofy. We all have our own senses of humor and silliness, and yet, we share similar spirits that I'm pretty sure we got from our silly parents. Ashley is goofy in her manner and words, Caite is goofy in her puns and jokes and the faces she makes, and I think I'm just weird. I don't even know.

I love my family!

-Meems