Em had her wisdom teeth taken out today. I drove her there to provide sisterly support. She decided to go the full-sensory-deprivation-and-back-up-drugs route. Wise choice. I was only able to afford the novocaine, and then had to have it done in two sessions, rather than all at once. There's nothing worse than a needle in your jaw. Honestly, there IS nothing worse.
The surgeon is nice - one I recommend to everyone. She won't let you see the needle, and she makes you look up to the troll-with-the-wild-pink-hair sticker on her ceiling, so that when she does go at you with the needle, you can't see it.
I drove Em home and camped out in her dining room with my laptop (ah, the wonders of telecommuting). When I went into her bedroom to check on her, she had rigged up an ice pack consisting of two socks tied at the top with the ice down in the toe part. The whole thing hung around her head like some kind of new kerchief style, and of course, I didn't have a camera.
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