Back to Normal?

~Eh, maybe. I think I'm finally back to normal in regards to sanity levels. I definitely wrote that last post while high on pain killers. I can just hear it in how I wrote. Man, last week was weird. I was awful coming out of the anesthesia. While at the place I spilled water all over my pants and then just sat there staring sadly at it. I think inside I was really upset about that tiny cup of water. I probably looked so dejected. I know that's how I felt. Then on the way home I started singing. My poor dad. At some point I woke up a bit more and started trying to ask him if they had to pull a fifth tooth (one wisdom tooth was growing into the roots of another tooth and they weren't sure if the roots would be rotten or not). He could not understand what the heck I was saying and I was getting more and more frustrated. Keep in mind at this point I had gauze in my mouth, half my face was numb, and I had an ice pack up to my face. He had to call home, too, and I forget what I was saying to him(it was probably a retort to a comment he made about my state of mind). All I know is that when we got home I was told that they could hear me yelling something. And I am almost positive we stopped at the drive-thru CVS and I made a complete fool out of myself. At least I think my dad turned off the radio, so I probably stopped singing. 

Now once we got home, I got really grumpy. It started when they tried to get me out of the car. I could barely stand, so they were gripping my arms so damn tight. That made me not even try to move. I was screaming at them to stop clawing me. After getting inside I was even more angry. Half my tongue was numb and I hated having the gauze shoved in my mouth. Everyone was also hovering around me. I think I spent a good hour hiding under my blankets. I was yelling something about how it felt like I had a balloon in my mouth. 

And then when I got on the pain killers...oh god...once they kicked in I would not shut up. I felt like I could conquer the world and I went around letting everyone know that and every detail of the last few hours. Seriously, I just followed everyone around talking. That was also probably about the time I went online and started posting things on all the websites I go on. I was really glad that I at least had the decency to not post half the things I wanted to say. It was like there was a totally focused me running a tiny cubicle in my brain and then the crazy me running everything else. The focused me kept saying, 'Now do you really think people care?' or 'You're on drugs. Shut up.' I think it's still yelling these things at me...

I figure I should also let you know that I haven't made a post in the past few days because I've pretty much just been sleeping. Boy, do those pain killers make you sleepy. I'd be wide awake one minute and then passed out on the couch the next. And if anybody dared disturb me(if any sound), I would turn into mega-bitch and flip out then fall right back to sleep. At one point, my brother's phone kept going off. I remember sitting up and going, 'WHO ARE YOU TEXTING?!' and when he told me, I said, 'Well tell <name> to SHUT UP!' Then I rolled over and was asleep again. 

I should also mention that Woody and Cherry stayed far away from me at that point. Cherry didn't cuddle with me until the second day. Woody was hanging out with me when I first got home. He wouldn't cuddle, but he was next to me. On the second night, I woke up to Cherry flopping around in my arms. (It's her way of saying 'I love you'.)

So, on to the pets. I could go on for pages about my loopy wisdom teeth experience plus how much it friggin hurt, but I'll spare you from more of that. 

Woody and Cherry have been good. In fact, this morning Cherry woke me up with a paint brush. She dragged it out of my box of brushes(making a lot of noise), I threw a pillow, she brought the brush onto my bed, I threw it across the room, she brought it back. It's probably a good thing I have so many paint brushes. She stole one last week, too. Little bitch. She's lucky I don't like those ones. If she had ruined one of my favorite ones she would not have been very happy. 

So have any of you checked out my instagram? If you haven't, you're missing out of this cuteness:
 

Now, have some pictures:

No, sadly I didn't get a kitten. This little girl was at the shelter. Her name was Bagheera. She was already adopted and waiting to be picked up. First kitten I've ever really played with. 

Woody and I went blueberry picking here.

'Mommy, let's keep going!' No, we're picking blueberries here.

Yeah, so I've been back at the shelter again. Two weeks ago they had three kittens there waiting for their owners to pick them up. I could not get over the cuteness. I'd never actually interacted with a kitten before then. I think the youngest cat I had played with before was probably 5 months old. These ones were 3 months old. So...Tiny...And freaking adorable. The little black one was sitting in a cage on the counter and one of the older cats was out while his cage was being cleaned. He was sniffing around and trying to swipe at the kitten(he's double pawed). The whole time the kitten is occupied with a toy. Finally the cat lost interest and walks around the cage and the kitten saw him. She fluffed up so much, it was adorable. It was so funny because he had been trying to grab her for the past five minutes and she didn't even notice. 

So, that's about all I've got to say for now. I'm not sure if daily posts will start back up again. If my dizziness clears up I will be grabbing life by the horns. Plus my dad is making me start my driving hours. I'm scheduled for tomorrow, but that's not happening. Then there's family coming for visits and school starts in August. Ugh. ~