Not the creepy kind of crustache

I'd just like to start by saying that this guy makes my life awesome.

God really knew what he was doing when he got Julie and Will to hook us up almost 6 years ago.

So I got my wisdom teeth out on Friday, the two left ones pulled and the two right ones cut out.  I was nerrrrrvous that I was gonna be able to hear things and know what was going on.  Friday morning when we got to the oral surgeon's office, they got me settled and started the IV.  I thought this was pretty impressive considering I felt majorly dehydrated because I hadn't eaten or drank anything since before midnight, and that is very unlike me.  About 15 seconds later, I started getting drowsy and said, "Oh, I'm starting to feel it...", and I woke up what seemed like 2 minutes later (and was actually more like 45 minutes later) to the assistant telling me that it was over.  I couldn't lift my head, I could barely lift my arms, and all I wanted to do was cry.  The nurse assured me that it was normal, that our female hormones make us either want to laugh or cry.  And lucky me, mine had chosen the waterworks.  I didn't actually cry, but I was on the verge, especially trying to walk out to the car where Hunter was patiently waiting to go get my meds and our veggies from the CSA.  I felt like craaaaaaap on the car ride home.  But once we got home, I was pretty much alright.  


My face swelled up nice and big though.  Ice packs were my best friend on the right side of my face.  (Sorry, no pics.  I didn't want my chipmunkiness forever documented.)  So as I bit down on gauze for several hours and kept ice to my face, I basically wrote a lot of notes and sent a lot of texts to Hunter so I wouldn't be tempted to talk and irritate my gums.  I started feeling a little crappy several hours later, and Hunter felt really bad for me.  When he asked me if he could give me an early birthday gift to help me feel better, I wrote, "Sure!"  

My amazing husband gave me this:

That's right!  It's a "Crustache" - a mustache sandwich cutter!!  When I think of crustache, I think of like a creepy little crusty, sparse mustache that creepy people have.  But this kind is WAY better.  I don't know what has spurred my obsession with mustaches lately, but they tickle me to no end.  I scribbled a big "THANK YOU, HONEY!  I LOVE IT!" and we immediately started goofing off with my new gift.  I made him pick his favorite mustache and let me take a photo.  Hence the above photo that just makes me smile.  Even though it hurt to smile for a few days.


Hunter took very good care of me.  I felt worse the two days after surgery than I did the day of, and today I'm feeling better than I have the past 2 days.  Saturday night, my cheek was on FIRE, like I'm talking serious scorcher.  I iced that puppy like it was going out of style.  I'm still a little swollen and pretty bruised on the right side, but I'm keeping heat on it now and keeping up with my Motrin to keep the swelling down.  And I have a gnarly bruise on my arm from the IV.  All in all, it was a good experience but I hope I don't have to go through it again.


On a brighter note, our CSA boxes have gotten better for us lately!  We're almost able to use everything we get now!  We got a big juicy cantaloupe on Friday.  It's reeeeeally good (and soft, so I'm actually able to eat it).  Terri would have loved it, and I'm sure if Craig lived closer, he would love to enjoy some with me!

It's okay to be jealous.  ;)  Of my cantaloupe AND my Crustache!!