When Brian Boitano built the pyramids
He beat up Kubla Khan
'cause Brian Boitano doesn't take shit
from anybody...

Well, here I am, eight hours later. It went well. I'm not in that much pain--which may or may not be due to the Tylenol 3. I'm a little tender and sore, but I can't complain overall. The nurse forgot my glasses in the room, and didn't bring them with me to recovery, so when they woke me up they told me to try and stay awake. I kept closing my eyes because my vision is piss poor and everything was blurry, and it was making me dizzy to try and make stuff out. (seriously, I see maybe six inches in front of my face). So the nurses kept yelling at me to stay awake, and I couldn't talk so I was unable to communicate my lack of vision to them until Mum came to get me and then I had to use sign language because of the stupid amounts of gauze in my mouth. Which are still there. (well, different gauze becuse I'm bleeding, but there's still lots of it in there and I keep gagging on it.

All in all, I really can't complain. So far, so good.

Last night was a lot of fun. We went out to the bush, and raked leaves forever. It's fairly nicely set up (it has an outhouse), but no one has actually been there in two years, so there were a tonne of leaves. We found an old Duck boot of Babar's (neon pink, if that gives you an idea) and the Squidge found her old lean-to that she made about 6 years ago. The hot dogs were really good. Mmmm.

Anyhow, I don't have too much else report. Thanks to everyone (Cole, Sylorna, Wowee, Tones, etc.) who wished me luck with the teeth. It's much appreciated.

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