Puffy Cheeked

The wisdom teeth are out. It went a lot better than I thought it would, but now the aftermath is worse than I thought it would be.

A synopsis so I remember my first surgery:
I had to get there 15 minutes before my scheduled appointment time which was at 2. They give me two papers, to sign and then I had to wait. People kept piling in and I was getting anxious because I just wanted to get it overwith. About 2:10 they called me in and I got to sit in the little chair thing for about 5 minutes then 3 people came in. The main surgeon, a nurse and I'm guessing a surgeon assistant. The surgeon asked me how I was doing and I said I was nervous and he said that's normal. Then he told me to make a fist with my left arm and he stuck the IV in it. The assistant put a mask to my face and said he would give me a little oxygen. The surgeon then stuck the sleepy drugs into a hole in my IV and said I would start to feel sleepy within 30 seconds. The the assistant put one of those heart monitor clips on my finger, I heard the heart monitor and then I was out.

When I came to I can only remember a few things. I remember waking up laying on a maroon colored bed and asking my mom what time it was. I don't know how I made it to the car or home. I remember I wanted water and my mom tried to give me some and I got it all over my shirt. Evan said I called him and went on about random things then I went to sleep and woke up ok.

Last night was hell. I kept sleeping on and off all day so when it came to nighttime I would be able to sleep for about 10 minutes then wake up. This went on all night.

Now things wouldn't be bad at all if I wasn't so swelled up. It's beyond annoying, I can hardly move my face, can't open my mouth that wide. I feel like a chipmunk carrying a ton of nuts.

*sigh* I cannot wait to be back to normal again.