9 days to thanksgiving

For those of you who didn't know (and i'm assuming that's most) I got a single wisdom tooth pulled this weekend. I didn't want to be put under, for obvious reasons, but that was a mistake. Here is how my Saturday appointment went: First, Dave calls and gets me all riled up with talk of some poor planning "I" did for the wedding weekend. Next, I go to my appointment and pretty much freak out. So before they even do anything, I'm crying. I'm shaking, I'm scared, they numb me. That does little to calm my nerves if you can imagine, so they decide to hook me up to some laughing gas. Then they start the surgery. So I'm laying there with huge sunglasses on to protect me from the light, a tube strapping me from the nose to the back of the chair that I have to breathe out of and I'm watching the whole thing happen in the reflection of my dentist's glasses. Mid-surgery I start to hyperventilate and I'm crying all over again and after a little while the surgery is over. So, if you're thinking of having oral surgery without being put out, learn from my mistake. This is the injury. Slightly swollen. But the real reason for posting this picture is the light blue fleece. I learned this weekend that when I'm sick, I don't like to change my clothes. I pretty much lived in this fleece from Friday night to Tuesday afternoon. On a positive note, this temporary handicap gave me the opportunity to do one of my favorite things: a puzzle!!!

You can't really tell from the picture but it was supposed to be a 1000 piece puzzle. Unfortunately, it only turned out to be 997.

Earlier in the week I received further proof that I need a puppy. This happened when I went to babysit and they surprised me with yet another little one i could watch. A 6 week yellow lab. You'll want to see the pic, so here it. *sigh*
I thought I would throw this picture in for good measure. Michael (my oldest brother) got pretty dirty at work on Monday and proceeded to go to the gym with my dad like this so he didn't have to shower twice. In Dave news, he spent the weekend in Denver visiting a couple of his friends from College I think. On Sunday he was supposed to go to his first ever hockey game. Boy was he excited. So you can only imagine how disappointed he was when plans changed and he was left alone, with no hockey tickets in a big city. He enjoyed dinner and a movie solo and then crashed at Ben's friend's house. So to answer your question, yes, Dave is still living the dream out in Colorado. He'll be in town next Tuesday and we are so excited to see everyone again for Thanksgiving!


The Dorrs said...

Nikki! You didn't say anything about your tooth when I talked to you on the phone last night! Ouch/yuck/sorry!

Also, next time Dave gets on your case about some poor planning that you did, please remind him that at least you have done some planning (can we say 'tuxes' here? c'mon dave...i'm getting nothing)...

Only a few more weeks and you will be married. Then the real fun starts! :)



I'm sorry you had to go through all of that with your tooth. I had all of my wisdom teeth pulled just two weeks prior to my wedding, so I kind of know what you're going through. Hang in there, girl! :-) ~ Jo