Two weeks ago I had all four wisdom teeth removed. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking — yes, I should have had that done 15 or so years ago. I’ve been avoiding it all costs, to be honest. Blah blah blah. But finally I decided to man up and go through with the procedure.
I’ve been a bit nervous about the whole thing, in case you couldn’t tell from my procrastination. Yeah, I know — I’m kind of mysterious like that.
CBG kept reassuring me that the procedure itself was going to be a piece of cake. In particular he bragged up the drugs that I would be getting — “IV sedation”, meaning that I wouldn’t be officially unconscious, but I wouldn’t care about what was being done to me while I was in the dentist’s chair.
And oh boy, was he right. On the morning of the procedure I recall the nurse telling me that I was going to feel like I’d had ” a stiff drink on an empty stomach”. The last thing I remember saying while I still had a full head of teeth was, “Hey….you’re right…..!”
The next thing I knew I had a mouth full of cotton and was being escorted into the recovery room.
Easiest dental procedure ever.
After a quick stay in the recovery room, CBG was loading me in the car and bringing me home. Along the way I entertained him with my personal renditions of “Livin’ on a Prayer” and “Never Gonna Give You Up” while sporting a mouth full of gauze and an almost completely frozen mouth.
Yeah, I’m *that* awesome.
And then…we arrived home. I wasn’t immediately tired and was feeling a bit like a party girl at that point. Sure, I had the good sense to know that I needed to “rest”, but decided to amuse myself as only a couch-ridden party girl can.
After some napping I felt better and ended up bumming around online. I found myself on Etsy, lusting after a gorgeous vintage evening gown that I had seen there the day before.
Confession time: I spent a LOT of time on Etsy. More than I should. I spend time on there looking at lots of things I have no intention of actually buying. Lately I’ve been doing a lot of looking at wedding stuff, particularly vintage dresses. A quick look at my Pinterest will confirm that for everyone.
I’ve been thinking about dresses a bit the last few months, what with the wedding coming up, and while I haven’t had a clear vision of what I’ve wanted, I’ve known two things: I really wanted a vintage dress, and I didn’t want a traditional wedding gown. The whole giant-wedding with a puffy white dress has just never appealed to me. I didn’t even do that the first time around; I’m sure as hell not going to do it the second.
(No offense to my puffy-white-dress-wearing-giant-church-wedding readers. Truly, it’s about doing what you want on your day.)
Even though I’ve been stalking many vintage dress sellers on Etsy, I had hesitations about ordering a vintage dress online, without the ability to try it on or return it if it didn’t fit. I knew that I’d eventually find something to wear to my wedding, but I worried that I wouldn’t find something that I truly loved. Because that’s a pretty important part of your wedding, isn’t it, friends? Loving your wedding dress?
In my drugged up state I showed the dress to CBG.
“That’s a really awesome dress.” He told me. Like I didn’t already know. Duh.
I showed it to my girls. “We love it!!”
And still, I hesitated.
CBG reasoned with me. Telling me that the dress didn’t cost that much, that I could get it altered if it didn’t fit, that worst case scenario, it would be an awesome evening gown to wear on a cruise some day.
And thanks to the drugs, I figured “What the hell”. No friends, I couldn’t drive a car or sign legal documents, but dammit, I could certainly punch in my credit card numbers to enable a little online shopping.
Turns out, it was a pretty damn smart decision. Last week the dress arrived. Squealing like an excited little girl, I tore open the package and pulled it out. I immediately tore off my clothes and slid into the dress.
And it fit. Perfectly.
And the colour? Perfect. Just like that, had “the” dress. A dress that is pretty much on the other end of the spectrum from a traditional white wedding gown. But it is awesome. And it is me.
All thanks to the drugs that loosened me up enough to take a chance and click “order”, when under normal circumstances I likely would have waffled for WAY too long.
Drugs really DO make me awesome. Even moreso than usual. heh.