I got my wisdom teeth taken out last Friday. It was an ouchy, yucky experience. I was given laughing gas to make things a bit easier, but the gas ended up making me cry. Go figure. The dentist said that happens with some people. The upside of this yuckiness was that my family waited on me hand and foot for the whole weekend. I’m back on solid foods now and I don’t want to see another package of pudding mix or can of tomato soup in this house for a long time.
My dear husband was good enough to take photographs of my misfortunes.