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The title should say it all. I've been recovering for the past two days - even sitting here at the keyboard tires me out. Not much to say except "ouch", but there's not even much to the ouch, the Vicadin and Advil take care of my pain. As for the last few days, I've been eating a lot of soft foods - pea soup, chicken broth and noodles, reading, lying in bed watching TV and movies, and a good many hours of sleeping. I felt as though I should give the status report that I'm healing really quickly, and that my parents are taking great care of me. I've had one visitor - Adam came to say hello today, and my Grandma has given plenty of phone calls. I've talked to Jenna a lot on AOL today- I'm getting to actually know her rather than judge her immediately. We've had a lot of fun talking in the past day, we've probably talked for about two hours today. But what's cooler is that the feeling seems to be mutual. I'm taking it easy though - starting from scratch - I don't want to ruin what could be a really, really cool friendship. I'd rather take my heart easy - the feelings before were far too lusty, I . . . think . . . I don't know if I had a chance to write about it, but I had a really cool time on Friday track practice. I ran a mile and a half straight, which is the most I've ever done. It sounds really sad and ridiculous, but P.E. only requires one straight mile of running, so I finally ran over a mile straight. I've done the bike trail, and that's over two miles, but I'd always stop for a break somewhere down the trail because I'd be running too hard. Anyway, I met a really neat person - we're friends now it seems, her name is Jessica - we're paired up to run together for the next month or so, for conditioning and training. I didn't really give any details to the operation, because I didn't know what it was going to be like. In a way I'm glad. The operation went really well though - two summers ago (July 01') I had the lower two out, and that was a horrible experience. On the lowers, they ended up carving away parts of the bone, drilling, and using a hammer to bust the teeth up because they wouldn't come out whole. On the top, the operation was a lot more convenient - they scraped the gums away with some sort of surgical blade, and then simply extracted the upper wisdom teeth whole. Therefore, I didn't have to deal with a drill or a hammer - I just have to let my gums recover. The whole reason they scraped the gums to begin with is because they are trying to make my 12 year molars, which haven't come in yet, drop down into my mouth. Keep in mind, I'm nearly 16 years of age already, and I don't have my 12 year molars. Maybe gravity will kick in and I'll get lucky or something. Anyway - I could say that despite my excruciating pain - I'm doing pretty darn good. I'm recovering quickly, and I feel happy! I'm swelling a little bit, but overall this healing process is a lot better than the lost time. I'm still convinced that Allyssa is pretty nuts . . . as a matter of fact I've even talked to my parents and a few other family members about it. I'm going to stay away from her, I get a bad feeling about the whole thing. As for another relationship, it's all about The Lady Luck and Madam Patience. Good night my sweet Dazzler. Take care my friends.
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