{ at least I got in on the whole ice cream thing }Feeling kind of gypped.
Because remember how it eventually comes up in every conversation? The oh yeah, man---that was a crazy kind of pain! one. And then everyone jumps in with their own heroic episodes of gauze wraps and lortab and it sounds like maybe this was a week-long ordeal and it all ends with a sigh that means Yep. I feel ya. And I'll be like Oh, sure. That was . . . yeah. Totally.
Not that I'm really all that beat up about it. Did manage to fit in some stellar cinema and sufficient chocolate/banana shakes. Favorite Lee Pace was really quite stunning in Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day. And I do love any afternoon that involves comforters and cats.
2 comments:
haha you are lucky! Yours didn't sound bad at all. When I had mine out, I was knocked out and in bed for an entire week. Nothing to brag about because I hated how the whole thing felt. Glad you're well and they're out. :)
I'm glad I'm not the only one!
I got all 4, but all they did was slightly numb me up. (Forgot the laughing gas...) But it was quick, basically painless, and I was at the Red/White scrimage and yummy luau that night. Forget ice cream and popsicles... I was not going to miss a good Polynesian Luau! :D
But yeah. I missed that whole traumatic experience too. But I'm okay with that... :D By the way- I was in Salt Lake last sunday and saw your sign on the door, so it was fun to read your blog and see what that was all about. :)
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