Beloved Wife had her four wisdom teeth extracted on Friday morning. I read a bit more of HP7 in the waiting room, but I didn’t get very far. We arrived at 7 am and we were home around 9. I owe a big thanks to BW’s parents, who watched NatureBoy while we were out, and they went and got her meds after we got home and I tucked her into bed.
BW decided she didn’t need the heavy-duty pain meds in the end. She iced her cheeks faithfully, and has been taking lots of advil. But today, she still felt pretty ill, so I decided to take the extra day to keep NB out of her hair and keep her from overdoing it. She rallied a bit this afternoon, but is fading as the day wears on.
This morning, at 72 hours, was supposed to be the peak of the swelling. She’s eating food that’s more substantial, too. I hope these are signs of recovery, because she’s been pretty miserable. Hang in there, honey.
On the bright side, we got to finish season 2.5 of BattleStar Galactica. It was ok right up until the time shift ahead a year. Whose idea was that?!