Eating. Oral surgery sucks, especially when you wake up at 4AM because of how hungry you are.
The day I had my wisdom teeth removed, and the few days following, were some of the greatest of my life. I recall talking to the lady, going under, waking up, signing something in a haze while no one else was around (a waiver? how smart of them!), having my grand mom drive me to her house, falling asleep, waking up to take my medication, attempting to drink as my numb mouth barely felt the glass touch my lips, water drizzling down my face without regard for my clothes, nay, in defiance of my clothes, eating chicken noodle soup, vomiting about five minutes later (my favorite part), then watching bits of pieces of George Washington as the medication started to take hold, waking up to see the ending and not having any idea what was happening but knowing I missed out on something great (which I returned to a few weeks later only to confirm it's kick assery), taking the meds again and watching Adaptation for the first time (what an experience), and then watching a ton of Disney at home the next few days as I sucked down mashed potatoes and what little soup was able to be eaten, meaning it had no large chunks that needed to be chewed, as I constantly passed out for about 2-4 hours by taking those pills, not the ones that are mostly just Advil except stronger, but the oxycotin or whatever it's called (the extras I still have saved for a rainy day), and I probably played video games as well. Also, I went on the forums a good deal. I wish I could do this at least once a year.
Craving Chick-fil-A.
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I heard that.