The irony of it all

Friday was a most momentous day where Noel and I took a trip to the oral surgeon at 8:30 am to go get my wisdom teeth removed. It was glorious! A quick trip to the seat, I get some fresh oxygen over my nose, an arm stabilizer for the IV (oh yeah, an IV), and some legal meds to knock me out. 20 minutes later, I feel uber-refreshed (although I don't rembmer much... apparently I was babbling about feeling like I just climbed a multi-pitch route and wanting the first lead or something), and I am now 4 wisdom teeth lighter.

The last few days have been simple. Follow instructions, eat soft foods, gauze pads, etc etc.

I was looking forward to a complete recovery by tomorrow.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the line I think I picked up an illness. I'm feeling weak, coughy and feverish... *sigh*. There goes the perfect recovery...