First Valentine's Day Gift... Not Too Wise?

On our first Valentine's day I shed a lot of tears. It was probably one of the least romantic days of my life.

2013 was our first Valentine's day together. Of course we wanted to go out and celebrate. Things were a little hectic around Valentine's day; I was scheduled to start a new job, Luke was just getting into his Co-op, etc. Well just to top it all off, a few months before February 14th I started having a pain in my mouth. I went to see an oral surgeon and he gave me the news: my wisdom teeth are coming! And guess what day they had available for surgery? February 14th.

So the 14th rolls around and I get all settled in, and put under. I woke up in what felt like seconds, thinking they didn't give me enough gas to keep me asleep throughout the whole surgery. They finally got me out of the operation room and took me to sit down in another room.

Apparently, the anesthesia could affect people in different ways. People could be goofy, sad, mad or maybe not much different. My Mom was with me in the room, waiting to see what I'd be like, but she didn't have to wait too long. Next to my chair was a trashcan. I looked at it, and just started to bawl.

I was a basket-case!!

In the elevator leaving the Doctor's office, I said hi to the guy next to us and told my Mom "he's nice". Walking to the car we walked down a sidewalk lined with dead plants (remember, it is winter) and I said the flowers were pretty. I remember feeling like I was acting, I thought I was giving everyone good laugh. But the truth was, I just couldn't control myself.

After picking up my milkshake, we got home and I saw the beautiful flowers my boyfriend had delivered to my house. They sat on the counter with a note for me. I started crying hysterically. "HE GOT ME FLOWERS... BECAUSE HE LOVES ME!" slobber, tears and snot were running down my face, everyone was laughing at me but I was so touched by these flowers. I started to smell the flowers, including the flower pictured on the note card. 

I placed my milkshake on the counter and tried to eat it, I got down on my knees so I was eye level with the shake. "What are you doing?" I just looked at my mom and replied very seriously "I didn't want the shake to feel short"

"How was the surgery? And the Doctor?" my brothers asked. "He was old. He patted me right here" I flung my leg up onto the counter and touched my calf where the doctor gave me a reassuring pat before surgery. 

Then I walked into the living room. You know how girls will steal their boyfriends hoodies and wear them around because the hoodies smell like the boy? I had a shirt I had stolen from Luke, it was a button up work shirt. I had it for so long that I didn't want to give it back dirty so I washed it just before my surgery. I found it in my pile of clothes and put it on. I sat down on the couch. Tears just started streaming down my face. "IT DOESN'T SMELL LIKE HIM" Tears. Uncontrollable tears. This was the saddest thing of all. My little brother tried to comfort me "He'll come over later and you can smell him" I just nodded. That seemed so dumb. 

After a while the real pain started to kick in and it hurt. Bad. I was slobbering so much, my mom decided to change my gauze. "Open your mouth as big as you can" she said. That's not exactly easy to do when most of your face is numb and you have ice packs strapped around your head. "Wider" I was trying! "Wider! No, your mouth. Don't open your eyes wider" Each time she was saying wider I was opening my eyes just a little bit bigger and my mouth was not moving. 

Let's just say we didn't celebrate Valentine's day that year. Or the next year, or the next. It's kind of ruined for us. Oh and did I mention my cheeks got huge? At least it was memorable!