Wisdom teeth sucessfully out

My wisdom teeth are sucessfully out AND for now, I seem to be one of those lucky people that vicodin doesn't make go to sleep. Eating is a tad humiliating: I need to spoon feed myself and some stuff sorta stays on my lips, just like a baby who is being spoon fed and doesn't yet know how to swallow. But I have a great excuse not to go into work (cold compresses and popsicles not being as easily available there; also, I'm not supposed to be talking too much) and instead work on job applications. I found on 20-25 hour per week position at the American Association of Museums as a Part Time Museum Assessment Program Assistant and a 20 hour per week position as a Program Assistant for Education Programs at the Provisions Library for Resources for Arts and Social Change. Fabulous! Plus there's an internship or two for me to apply to.

Pleasant amazement

The doctor who performed my wisdom teeth removal this morning just called up to check on me. I'm quite amazed, and pleasantly so. This has never happened to me before. Admittedly, I've never gone through surgery before, except as the baby being delivered in a C-section, but I never figured that in this age of anonymous medicine, I'd get a call from a doctor who didn't know me already.
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The numbness in my face is completly gone, which is nice, because now I don't have the baby food moth problem. Time off for my wisdom teeth is proving to resemble vacation, with the exception of more popsicles and cold compresses.
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I watched a lovely, low-key, German romantic comedy about a chef and the pleasures of food called Mostly Martha that I found at the library while doing the aforementioned popsicle consumption and icing. I recommend it as a low-key, relationship-y movie.