There is nothing on this planet quite like being awakened by pain.

To anyone who attempts to call me today, I'm sorry, but there are two huge wads of gauze in my mouth to absorb all the blood my gums are giving away so freely. Because of that, I can't talk. I do seem to be coherent enough to text or IM, so if you're dying for some Wrentime, please, track me down. I am dying for some distraction from the pain in my jaw. I've changed the settings on tril to make noise when people IM me, so I should hear if people want to talk to me if I'm not passed out too hard.

I found out something interesting today. Fam is a flawless speaker of Grunt-Charades. I was able to relay things to her like "Where is my iPod and pullover," "I'm dizzy but not sick to my stomach," "We replace the gauze every thirty minutes," and "for the love of God turn out the light before I kill you." I suppose a lot of it has to do with having a relatively young child and needing to be more up on the body language, but this is a level of observational skills I had not yet seen in her.

Okay, wow. Apparently the meds I am on make me dizzy and light sensitive. That does not make me a fan. For some reason, dudeman did not give me Vicoden, which I know for a fact I can function fine under. This stuff is not quite on par, so I have no idea what it will do to me in the long run.

Ugh, time to change my gauze. I have bloody spit drying on my tongue, and I'm getting rather sick of that metallic taste. I may be bleeding until 9PM, they say.

I don't know about you, but to me that sounds like a PARTY.