This is now day 6 that I have been at home, mostly in bed. Thankfully today, there is not much pain. The oral surgeon told me yesterday that I am the poster child for why one is supposed to have their wisdom teeth removed when they are 18 and not the advanced age of 33. Today is acually the first day that I have had the idea to write in this. Any day before this, I would have just written swear words anyway.
I haven't gotten much done in the past 6 days...I dusted, did laundry and vacuumed the bedroom, but in all honesty, this is because I couldn't breathe in the room I was confined to. I did become good at ordering Greg around, and he cheerfully responded to my every request, including the last one: homemade cream of asparagus soup that he had never made before (it was fabulous). This leads me to once again wonder about myself. Wouldn't a girl of more substance been writing, drawing, sewing, something? It's not like I don't have the materials. I even have an easel. I have decided to chalk it up to being uninspired by the winter.
I haven't gotten much done in the past 6 days...I dusted, did laundry and vacuumed the bedroom, but in all honesty, this is because I couldn't breathe in the room I was confined to. I did become good at ordering Greg around, and he cheerfully responded to my every request, including the last one: homemade cream of asparagus soup that he had never made before (it was fabulous). This leads me to once again wonder about myself. Wouldn't a girl of more substance been writing, drawing, sewing, something? It's not like I don't have the materials. I even have an easel. I have decided to chalk it up to being uninspired by the winter.
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