So it’s been almost an entire week now that I’ve gotten my wisdom teeth removed, and so far I’ve just finished all my amoxicillin (but not all my painkillers) and am feeling like I should kickstart productivity before I head back to the cold north of an coast I attend finishing school at. Obviously this leads to less than productive pursuits, such as photographing the partial results of having a car, a credit card, and lots of spare time which I was unable to fill by eating.

Still, in retrospect, getting your wisdom teeth yanked out under local anesthesia wasn’t horrible. I didn’t realize at the time that Novocain increases nervousness, and since I didn’t find out that I wouldn’t be sleeping beauty until 3 hours before the appointment (when the receptionist, cringing, informed us that the oral surgeon was stuck in “traffic” and thus would delay my 3:45pm appointment by 2.5+ hours–not exactly rush hour, but hey, even dentists have their vices), I was very, very reluctant indeed. Eventually this led to a slight breakdown 15minutes before the actual procedure. But that’s alright, because puffy eyes and puffy cheek(s) aside, I could still dress up and play princess in the comfort of my own room. And this, darlings, is why you make sure you’ll suffer no roommate when you get your wisest of teeth removed.