Well, let’s see. Things went as assumed. Saturday was like any other Saturday other than I slept most of it. Dad and I got groceries and that is the only important thing I recall happening. Mom’s dog might have gotten ill that day… I’m not sure.
Sunday, I woke at nine thirty. I ate breakfast and later when I moseyed out of my room, I found my dad was getting out the Christmas stuff. He got the tree up and was pulling out decorations. I sorted through some a bit. I think my mom was in the kitchen, thus apparently cooking something… maybe a late breakfast.
Anyway, my dad asks me to decorate the tree. I’m not in the mood since the night before I only got so much sleep and my head was really out of it… but, we might have made a glitch on my meds, so that might have also influenced such.
Well, I decorated that tree and did it apparently well. Once that was accomplished I stayed up a bit due to stubbornness, but hit the bed around eleven thirty. I woke up again perhaps around six thirty. My brother was home as he usually is on Sunday nights and so I finally got up.
The rest of the night went as usual until seven thirty to eight rolled around. Having finished dinner and my brother leaving, Mom and I watched Elf for the very first time last night. It had its funny moments and had some sweet moments. We both liked it as a holiday film. After that mom hit the hay… I don’t know how late I stayed up though.
Monday was pretty much normal. I did chores as usual, did my own thing later and took a nap during the afternoon. Mom’s dog was in worse shape that day. He even hurled in the back yard when my dad let him out that afternoon. The rest of the evening was pretty normal despite that. Another “oddity” was that we didn’t watch our usual TV shows. Mom wanted to watch “A Dog Named Christmas”. She recorded it the night before. So, at seven, Dad, Mom and I watched it. It was nice. Mom was on the couch with her ill dog resting near her… Dad’s dog was meandering around us until he finally settled down next to me and my cat was in the living room doing his own thing, but finally settled down on the headrest of the couch.
After that Dad went to bed and Mom stayed up to catch one show. I think it was Lie to Me. Well, I would have stayed up, but I wanted to get enough sleep in so I could wake up at four the next morning. Why four? December first meant wisdom tooth day. I couldn’t eat for six hours before my surgery, so… I needed to get up early.
Well, I brushed my teeth, set my clock and hit the bed. Now, my inner workings don’t take well to sleeping around eight to nine in the evening… so, it was a struggle. I did fall asleep maybe an hour later though… I woke up again around eleven forty-eight though. I was not sleepy then. Well, I tried to fall asleep again anyway.
I woke up again around two and after that drifted in and out of a light sleep, so when three thirty came, I mainly just rested there and rose when it was three fifty. So, yeah… I turned off my alarm clock, got up and began cooking some pasta so I’d have a filling meal.
It was ready by four, so I ate. I left my room again around four thirty to find my dad up. I placed my empty dish in the sink, said good morning to him and headed back to my room. Letting the food settle, I stayed up for a while surfing the internet. In the end, around six I hit the bed once more.
Dad came in not long after to give my meds to me and then I fell asleep. I woke again around eight fifty. Rising I got my clothes ready and took a shower. I did a bit a chore or two after that and then dried my hair with a blow dryer for once. I usually just towel dry. After that I sort of piddled.
Well, the time finally came to head for the dentist. Dad drove us there and Mom planned to wait for me. We got there pretty early… like fifty minutes. Bleh. Well, my mom had a loose veneer cap? Whatever it was called, it was loose. So, she went in briefly to get it glued back on. Not too long after she returned did I go in.
It was like any other visit to the dentist to me. I was somewhat out of it due to it being morning and just let them do whatever. They stuck a wrap about my arm to keep check on my blood pressure. They then inserted and IV in for the medicine that would knock me out and they then placed the stickies and  wires on me for the EKG. Oh… and that finger clamp for the oxygen level was placed on too. Basically, it reminded me of that time I was in the hospital after my first and last suicide attempt.
Well, I eventually dosed off and the next thing I knew I had a blanket on me, my mom was in the room and apparently it was all over. Well, yay. My lower face was of course numb and I had cotton stuffed in my mouth to soak up the blood. I got to see my wisdom teeth in their full glory too.
Anyway, when I was deemed awake enough to stand, they let me go. Heading out, Dad was waiting for us. He led me to the car and we all got settled in. Returning home, I basically went straight to my room and went to bed. Basically, I always do that after being at the dentist…
From maybe twelve onward I slept. When three thirty came my mom checked on me. I was doing pretty well. My lip was still numb, but was tingling by then at least. My gums are still bleeding though. Bah.
Well, other than that, I am fine. I can’t talk though really since the cotton muffles my voice, but other than that… just peachy keen.
In the future… On Thursday the eleventh Mom and I will be getting our haircuts… at a different mall. My birthday will come up. My brother’s birthday will come up and Christmas will come along.
That is all for now. Whoop!