Tomorrow will be day #7 of having my wisdom teeth out. I'm miserable.

Actually, the miserableness (is that a word?) has nothing to do with pain. I had very little pain overall and no complications that I'm aware of. (We'll see tomorrow during my follow up appointment.) I tried the narcotic they gave me and almost vomited, but I had a Zofran Rx, so all was good.

I just felt triggered. I feel hopeless. I can barely eat anything because of severe anxiety that I'm going to eat an infection. well, that and I had lip surgery at the same time, so eating actually causes a dull pain. (The surgery was done on the inside of my lip, right in the center and just below the outer lip... so food actually touches it every time I eat.)

All I can do is sleep. I feel stressed because I can't even heal properly when I have to care for my grandma who has advanced dementia and hallucinates 90% of the time. I love her to death, but it's too much. Thank god I took 1.5 week vacation from work.