Gotta lub that chub.

I got my wisdom teeth pulled about 30 hours ago, but it is only now that I am finally in a somewhat decent state of mind to document my escapades as a bunny. HERE WE GO.

I love how my last meal before I turned into a bunny was the most delicious dinner by Auntie Carol for all of the Little Lights counselors. And that she so happened to come by the ministry house on that Thursday so I could catch a ride with her back home instead of making my dad drive all the way out to D.C. like he had been doing for so many weeks. Mm, funny how God works little things out like that. Oh, and Josh Tseng and his mother are officially the most hilarious people to get lost in D.C. with, hands down.

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So I might as well get this over with. Get all your laughs now, you sick people.

Are you ready?
Because if you laugh, I will have to destroy you by throwing my huge face in your direction and knocking you out with all 10 pounds of it. Just kidding, but not really.

BEFORE. (Exhibit A)


AFTER. (Exhibit B)


The following will be a documentary of how the heck Exhibit A turned into Exhibit B. May your ridiculing laughter subside by the time this is over.

Day 1
So Daddy wakes me up at 7:15 the next morning to meet my doom at NIH. I decided that it would be a great idea to take a before and after picture to more clearly document the ballooning of my face. (see above) I get seated on this amazingly comfortable bed with a tv strapped to it, and I begin watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air because it is awesome. I barely get through 10 minutes of it when it's time to put in the IV and I get to experience what old people feel like in a hospital when they have to go to the bathroom. My hilarious Indian doctor, Dr. Brahim, tells me that my IV stand rolly thing is my boyfriend for the day and will go with me everywhere.


my super comfy bed and hooked up to the iv


i got a nice crest thing goin on

Dr. Brahim is probably one of the funniest men I will ever meet. He is balding with cool grandpa glasses, but has the most awesome Indian accent and knows how to make me laugh despite the intense butterflies in my stomach. I'm so glad that he was the one to cut open my gums. <3 9am hits, and I get sent into the operation room. Dr. Brahim puts a sedative into my IV that "makes me comfortable." Basically, the closest things to drugs I will ever experience. It felt very cool. And I fell asleep, but it was like a twilight sleep thing so I could respond and open my mouth whenever they told me to. The left wisdom tooth was fine, they cruised through that, but halfway through my operation I just started to wake up, and I don't know if the sedative just stopped working or whatnot but AHH I felt like I could feel them breaking into my gum and into my tooth and I just started crying right there. That was horrible. My operation was longer than planned, and Dr. Brahim said that my teeth were incredibly hard to get out because of their orientation and position. They were basically completely turned on their side, and it looked pretty horrific in the x-ray so I'm not surprised that it hurt like a mother to get them out. I had to spend an hour in the recovery room before I could leave, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, I just gave this huge moan when I looked in the mirror because I had this weird idea that MAYBE I would be special and not swell up so much. But oh, how wrong I was.

I finally get out of that building and go home, while my dad gives me glances and just chuckles to himself. I get home, collapse on my bed, and sleep for about 15 hours with little breaks in between where my dad comes up with yogurt and this dreadful Ibuprofen medication that makes me want to vomit. Yesterday's diet consisted of two yogurts and a Slimfast. Whenever I attempt to get up and do something, I just get mad headaches and feel like throwing up and I run back to my bed. Haha like I wasn't even sleepy, but sleeping made my head stop pounding so I just stayed glued to my pillow the whole day.

Day 2.
This morning was rough. I wake up at about 5am, realize that I haven't showered yet, so I get out of bed to do so. But in the process, I end up puking all of my Slimfast into the toilet. It's a slightly liberating feeling though, to finally be able to vomit the thing that's been plaguing your stomach for the entire day. Anyways, when I finally get in the shower, I end up spending an extra 15 minutes just sitting on the shower floor with my head in my hands and water hitting my back. Boo, I seriously wanted to rip out my brain and my stomach to just make the pain go away. And the stupid thing was that it wasn't even my teeth that hurt, just everything else.

So the past day and a half have sucked, for lack of a better word. But somehow, my dad managed to drag me out of bed and have me make mac n' cheese by myself in an effort to have something to do. And then we watched Shooter together with Mark Wahlberg, which was an awesome movie except for the slightly weird ending where he just ends up killing everyone and that's the end. And now I feel 10 times better, especially because of Richa Shah.

Wow, I am so blessed to have a friend that will go out of her way to drop by your house just to see how you're doing, that will be there for you exactly the moment you need her. I heard a knock on the door, and open it to find Richa, with a vase of flowers and a Get Well Soon balloon in hand. I can't even tell you how much that made my day. And somehow, we haven't gotten to see each other all summer, but I absolutely loved those fifteen minutes. They were probably responsible for turning my day around. :) So thank you, you beautiful woman! I will do as your balloon commands. <3


iloverichashah<3

And the person I probably have to thank most of all is my dad. Wow, I love that man. For this past day and a half I have just been a vegetable, but he walks up the stairs over and over again to bring me yogurt, bring my medicine, prop my head up on a pillow, put new ice in my ice pack, reheat my hot pack, stroke my cheek and laugh at how I look like the Nemo on that blanket that he tucks me in. "I'm your butler, Lum Lum!" What an incredible man. I don't know if my parents are getting awesomer or if some part of me is starting to realize that I won't truly be living with them this way ever again. Weird how I have to turn into a bunny to realize how truly amazing my daddy is.


greatest man ever

There's no way my swelling will go down by tomorrow, so I will bring a paper bag to church. Or just endure the laughs and pointing of fingers.

And this concludes my adventures as Carolyn the bunny/Nemo/fat thing.
Please be gentle when you see me tomorrow.

Only if you want to live, that is.