Holly had her wisdom teeth out Friday morning, was much better Saturday, and woke up today hungry and in pain. Last night she slept 11 hours. That's good! But she didn't wake up to take ibuprofen. So she was achy and sore, but not enough to take hydrocodone. She ate scrambled eggs with cheese, then two large cooked carrots (crock-potted in chicken broth at her request overnight Friday), then more scrambled eggs.
Yesterday when she felt better, she made this:
Her boyfriend Brett M-W deserves huge credit for her quick, calm, peaceful recovery. Friday he sat next to her where she was on the recliner end of a couch for five or six hours. When the oral surgeon called to check on Holly, I gave the phone to Brett and let him discuss the details. Brett has been patient, gentle, sweet and attentive with her, even when she was delirious, drooling and puking (luckily she didn't do all three at the same time).