Something other than pain...

...would be really nice right about now.

I stopped taking the Vicodin because I have felt naseous all day, but that also means I have to rely on the Advil I'm taking to keep down the swelling (not working) and keep the pain at bay.

I was doing better! I'm not sure what happened, but here I am, back in pain and wanting my cheeks to go back to their regular size.

I wanted to go to the songwriters' coffeehouse tonight at church (heck - I wanted to be a part of it), but there's no possible way I'm going anywhere feeling like this.

When will this end?

Mood: Pained Listening to: House noises
Reading: NT Survey

Um...

Have I mentioned that I want Copeland's latest CD really badly? 'Cause I do. Along with a lot of other CDs.

I have $2.

CDs aren't going to happen.

Darn.

30 minutes to go...

...and I can take more Vicodin. :) It's the main reason that I am still awake (other than the fact that I'm not tired).

I was fine until a few hours ago and then the right side of my mouth (where they removed two teeth) started hurting really badly... but I had already taken some medicine, so I have to wait until 1:10am to take more.

I'm swollen like a chipmunk which, if I had nothing to do, I would find greatly amusing, but since there are a number of things I could have done this weekend besides sit around and wait for the swelling in my cheeks to go down... it's not amusing quite yet.

I iced the right side of my face all day, to no success... I think I'm more swollen now than when I began (and colder, too).

I just want my life back, is all. Watching movies is great and all, but how much can you do that before you go crazy?

I want to eat something other than ice cream, pudding, and mashed potatoes. Something solid. But I can't really have meat for about a week. I think John and I are going to have to hit Chipotle as soon as we get the green light... a burrito sounds heavenly right about now.

It sounds like I'm complaining and I guess I am, although I honestly don't mean it like that. Compared to what people used to go through, this is nothing... I just don't handle pain easily at all. I don't function with it.

Which is why I am extremely grateful that God has blessed me with a body that, for the most part, gives me no trouble.

As for now, I think I'm going to continue reading my book... I think I've read it before, but I'm really not sure. It might just be the Schedule II drugs talking, but I don't remember this story at all. Go figure.

Anyway, hope all is well. Ready for school to start up again? No? Me neither. 'Night.

Mood: Alert Listening to: The dogs breathing
Reading: Jan Karon, In This Mountain

Ouch

So, I had my wisdom teeth extracted this morning and am finally starting to feel the effects, despite Vicodin and Advil (among other things) running through my body.

Fun stuff, right? No, I don't think so...

Anyway, my brother and I are fairly doped up and watching a string of movies while attempting to get something nutritious into our bodies (so far, it's only been vanilla pudding and a chocolate milkshake all day).

Right, so... dependent upon how I feel over the next few days, updates might be scarce, but I just thought I'd let people know that I'm doing okay.

I'm alive, at least... that's good enough for now.

Mood: Slightly pained Listening to: Van Helsing on TV
Reading: Madeleine L'Engle, Sold into Egypt [[One chapter left!]]

Up and Down

This week has been... depressing? I mean, the first two weeks I was home I cleaned almost non-stop, moving things around and making sure everything was ready for friends and relatives during John's graduation party. Then, this past weekend was pretty much non-stop with the graduation and Katie and James' wedding, among other things.

But I knew that as soon as I had nothing to do, I would go crazy and... voila! You have me at about noon on Monday when I woke up. My brother and I went job hunting yesterday, which always puts me in a bad mood (because no one in their right mind would hire me to make food, do retail, or serve people anything) and then, I haven't been feeling too well, so that, coupled with my 9am appointment with my oral surgeon for Friday (wisdom teeth extraction) made the day a real "winner".

I did manage, however, to get a whole ten stars in Super Mario on N64... Ah! The good old days...

So, while I sat around this afternoon, stewing about how bored I am and how unhappy I am to be doing absolutely nothing, I managed to work myself into a verifiable bad mood. Not something I'm proud of.

Amazing how, as soon as I sat down to look for internships online this evening, the lady I've been waiting to hear from for a few weeks calls and says that my paperwork has been pushed through and I'm cleared to work - waiting for a job on the "Availability" list.

Which is good, because I need something to do... and I don't want to go out hunting to find it so, hopefully, this will work out. If it does, I'll have a little money with which to go visit friends with.

Because, despite how much I am enjoying the rest at home with my family and Laura, I am finally beginning to admit how much I miss the people that have become my family at school. The late night talks, runs to Wal-Mart, assorted movie watching, etc. is sorely missed... even the bad jokes. It seems my gluttony for stupidity only increases when I am around none at all. :) I keep putting off phone calls because I know it only makes me miss people more and I figure I might as well wait until I have money to call and say, "Hey, I'm coming to visit. Is that okay?" as opposed to "Hi. How are things in (fill in the blank)? Wish I could see you sometime soon."

See, last summer I really didn't leave anyone when I left school. I had three friends and we all had pretty packed summers, so... yeah, we didn't really try to keep up. But now, I have a whole family that I normally live and breathe and fellowship with. It's hard to think of all that I'm missing.

But I guess that's why we separate... we're meant to grow in times apart as much as we are to grow when we are together. If only I didn't have to be so depressed about it!

It's a lesson that is also pretty prominent in The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, too, which Laura and I just got back from seeing. Good movie.

My kneecap keeps doing funny things when I walk... and I'll be doing funny things over the next few days, especially if the Vicadin is required.

Loopy Kate... this should be loads of fun.

Yes, this is a novel, but those are what I do best.

And Eddie! I came up with the opening line for my book... but it's subject to change, granted on what happens when I finally start writing it. :)

It's June 1st, and I am semi-employed. Praise God. 'Night.

Mood: Semi-depressed Listening to: Caedmon's Call, Back Home
Reading: Madeleine L'Engle, Sold into Egypt [[Only two more chapters!]]