Just got back from getting the little fuckers out... all four of them. My throat's on fire, and the numbing stuff is slowly wearing off, so I'm starting to hurt. I'm just got done attempting to eat a potato, a melted candy bar, and a scrambled egg. I had moderate success. Sure is good to finally have food again. God, I'm such a pig. Eating is no fun right now, though. Maybe I'll finally lose those 10 pounds I've wanted gone!

I don't really remember much... The oral surgeon seemed like a nice guy, but as soon as they showed me the needles, I started bawling like a three-year-old. Then, they injected me with the medicine, and I can't remember anything except finally waking up while going through my friend's town. I was still SUPER drugged, though. I was seeing two of everything. Apparently I pointed at her school and said something like, "I mipfh her," thanks to the gauze in my mouth. I didn't really start making sense until we were almost home. My mom mistook my request for pudding as "want pineapples."

My throat is currently what's bothering me the most. My mom says it got dried out because my mouth had to be open for so long. I also hate my super numb bottom lip. The actual incisions themselves don't hurt right now.

WHY MUST THESE TEETH EXIST?