This week has been a long and hard week for me.
Saturday - I got threatened by a car full of redneck girls on my way into a grocery store. For some reason because they were parked in front of the entrance, which is where I was headed, they thought I was looking at them, so they proceeded to call me out cussing and screaming. I seriously thought I was going to get my butt whooped that night.
Sunday - Actually a pretty nice and relaxing day. Jason and I enjoyed lunch with our friends after church and just lounged around and talked for hours. It was very relaxing. Then he was off that night as well, so we chilled at the house.
Monday - I found out that I was getting my wisdom tooth out on Tuesday rather than Thursday, so I was rather nervous all of Monday thinking about it. Thankfully the season premier of the Bachelorette and Dancing with the Stars kept me distracted that night.
Tuesday - The wisdom tooth finally came out. It's been something I've been putting off probably close to 8 years. What could have taken 20 minutes turned into over an hour appointment cause the dentist kept waiting for the splotchiness around my neck to go away (now we all know that doesn't happen). Of course I was nervous, he was going to shoot me with needles and yank out my tooth! He had an odd sense of humor, and thought that making light of my nervousness was somehow going to help the situation when in all reality it made it worse. Don't make fun of someone when their freaked out, it only freaks them out more! He was very gentle though and by the time he actually pulled the tooth it went really quick. And I didn't feel a thing, though the noise was horrendous! For some crazy reason I thought because I was awake through the whole thing, I could recover quick and go into work that afternoon...yeah not so much. The amount of blood and drool - holy crap. I'll spare you the details, but it was so gross. And after taking care of my sister Kris through her recovery a couple years ago, you'd think I would have known what to expect. Denial my friends, lots and lots of denial.
Wednesday - REALLY BAD DAY. And not at all because of my tooth (or lack thereof I should say). I really have had no bruising or swelling at all. But I had made a really bad decision to take my pain pill at work on a completely empty stomach, something I REALLY don't recommend. So I spent a good 3 1/2 hours in the bathroom stall at my office dizzy, trying to keep from blacking out and dry heaving. This is a major deal for me, cause I haven't puked since I was 10. No joke. It was a nightmare and I just wanted to get out of there. When I felt strong enough to leave, Jason came and picked me up from work and I hightailed it home, to which I fell asleep for the rest of the afternoon.
Thursday - Better day. I went into work and took it really easy. Still pretty nervous though since Wednesday was so awful and I didn't want to get stuck in that situation again. But I stayed busy the whole day and was mainly just tired. I went off all pain medication, which is fine, cause though my jaw is a bit sore, its bearable.
Friday - I'm doing so-so today. I'm a bit dizzy again and am trying to drink lots of water and I had some toast for breakfast. I don't know what the deal is, but I want to start feeling better soon! I'm looking forward to the 3 day weekend, lots of resting and time with Jason. I think it will be just what I need to get back on my feet.
SO far turning 30 has not proven to be so great, what with getting over 2 virus', blood work, a wisdom tooth being pulled and getting sick at work. God is seriously testing me and as long as he gives me the strength and grace to get through it, I know I'll be ok. But I'M REALLY ready for this season to be over with.