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So I went to the oral surgeon today so he could pull out this bone fragment and... HE GOT IT!! (Thanks to the bloggers for prayin for me!)


Well... 90% of it, but I can eat! That's what I yelled when he pulled it out. He said, "Don't be surprised if you have to come back. They have a way of working themselves out." I gave him this look like, "Skrrrrrrrrrrr!!" But I said, "I'm just glad you got this one out!!

Except when I was tearing up this big juicy burger, I started feeling that other 10%. Ok, no. It's really startin to hurt again!! Y'all trippin!!! I will be going back tomorrow. It's not nearly as bad as the other piece but still not fun. I've received my tentative south Florida itinerary and I am ready to GRUB!! That means get as much of it out as possible (i.e. ALL) YESTERDAY. That's if I can't coax it out myself. Because I AM about to try. Not even caring. Just want to be free to move my tongue and eat and swallow my own spit if I like without cringing or doing like I did on the way to work: throwing a temper tantrum. Why? Because that bone fragment was stabbing my tongue to death while I was trying to drink a MILKSHAKE!! Son of a. It's a bad day when you can't even drink a milkshake.

If you're going to will this bone fragment out with a little manual labor from me (faith without works is dead), let me hear you say YEAH!! (Like Steve Harvey on the Apollo). YEAAAAAAAAAAH!! (It's not working. TRY HARDER!!)

Oh the Pain

We've already discussed, multiple times, how much I like to eat. And the fact that I'm a foodie. SO WHY ME!?!?!

My sockets where the 3 wisdom teeth were (some people have 3, some have 4. one of my co-workers had 5!! glad I was on the low end. I only had 3) are fine. They were okay after about day 2. And I was beautifully unswollen. However, they tell you to look for bone fragments. (The reason why this happens is because when they take out your wisdom, the cut some bone. Ew, right!! Who knew? Not me!) I thought I had one poking me in my tongue way in the back of my mouth and guess what? I was right.

But I thought it would be a quick fix. Um... no. Unfortunately I have to wait for it to protrude through my gum before he can pull it out. (Could I be swollen for a day or 2 instead?!?!) Cutting through the gum will make the situation worse. Hold up. So it hurts now, but it's going to get worse before it will get better? Oh but it does get better.





He doesn't know how long it will take.




*THROWS UP HANDS, STOMPS, FLAILS MADLY WHILE MUTTERING MANIACALLY!!!*



Breathe in Jesus, breathe out peace.
Breathe in Jesus, breathe out peace.
Breathe in Jesus, breathe out peace.



I tried to impress upon him the fact that I'm going to Miami/Hollywood/West Palm Beach/Ft. Liquor I mean Lauderdale for a week and will need not to be bothered with this. Hello!! Food!! He seemed excited for me but didn't offer a better solution. Instead he said, well, maybe it'll be through by then. COME. ON!! BAH!!

So! It hurts to talk too much, and definitely hurts to chew!! That means mostly soup, milkshakes and applesauce. Tired of all three. Especially because the soup can't have too much actual food in it or it hurts because I HAVE TO CHEW!! Seriously, I can't afford to lose anymore weight. I don't want to disappear! I haven't been to the gym in more than a week because I've been too loopy from the drugs and my mom and my line sister were here so bad week for the gym. I do plan on going to the beach and doing a workout in Florida so I'm muy excited-o (brushing up on mi espanol!) about that.

When you can't eat, all you can think about is food, so a post about the birthday will have to wait, loves. While eating last night I made my parents stop in the middle so we could pray that this bone works its way on out by Tuesday. They both looked at me like I was insane. Hey man. Prayer works. So y'all get busy, too, bloggers. I need some peace!!