Wisdom teeth, day four

So it turns out that Vicodin does not make me nauseous. It does, however, make me crabby. It does not kill all the pain, but it seems to do more for the inflammation than my ibuprofen. It's not the miracle drug I was hoping for, but I do have far more than I can use this week, so maybe now I have an answer for the inevitable midterms back pain. Also, I have one refill on my horse-sized ibuprofen pills. All the things you need to go back to school.

Three days til I go back to Northampton. If my mouth isn't feeling better by then, I swear I'm going to lose it. I don't mind waiting for it to heal, but I'm getting really really tired of the constant pain, not being able to eat a balanced meal and getting worn out just from talking. I hate that I can hurt myself taking off a sweatshirt, and that I'm too sore to exfoliate. If I never eat jello again, it will be too soon. The up side of all of this is that the engineer has been calling me every day and we've had a couple of really good, really long conversations. I'm even more excited to get back now, if that's possible. It's not that I'm ever not looking forward to seeing her, but when we have those long conversations it reminds me just how wonderful she is and why I fell for her in the first place. Or why I started to fall for her, because I haven't stopped yet.