So I just had my wisdom teeth out this morning. Not so bad: Iv in the hand, sleep for a few hours while they cut my mouth apart, wake up, shepherded to mom and dad's, pass out for a few hours on the couch, wake up take a second to remember exactly why I'm at the manor, get up feeling sort of ok and get chocolate pudding.
I'm sure the feeling sort-of OK might dissipate as all the anasthetic, or "magic," as I call it, wears off. But I got painkillers for that. Now to watch Jeopardy and then Indiana Jones! Woohoo!