Bam. I don't even remember what happened after that. Gone.
I wake up and seem to be running on auto-pilot, I am sitting in a waiting room and the nurse is explaining things to me and mom is there. I again have the "do you have any questions?" and all auto-pilot Andrew could come up with was something about drinking during recovery, which non-running-on-autopilot would NEVER have asked in front of mom.
Tons of gauze in my mouth, mom drives me home and I watch my recently purchased for less-than-3-dollars Tomb Raider 2: The Cradle of Life. Take my first bit of medication, and the rest of my day has been The West Wing marathon (starting with the first season, considering doing the whole series?) and napping, trying to figure out what I can eat.
|Woah! Ciarán Hinds played the bad guy in Tomb Raider 2, that's where I'd seen him before. He was also former-President Hammond on "Political Animals" this past summer.|
Nap felt great, woke up feeling almost back to normal actually. Pain in my mouth got a bit worse, but I feel it's mainly from a breathing tube kinda thing rather than my teeth. I'm not allowed to eat how foods at first cause it could lead to more oozing x_x which is gross. So today has been yogurt and Orange pop-over-Icecreams (not really a milkshake, but I guess an Orange float?)
I finished Uncharted 2 the other day, so I'm going to try to put off Uncharted 3 a few days/weeks, because once it's done, it's done.