Last Friday evening I got three wisdom teeth removed, and I’m not exaggerating when I say it has been absolute hell. I went into it expecting soreness and a quick recovery, but it ended up being way more intense than I was prepared for.
I was sedated and fell asleep, thinking I’d wake up once everything was done. But I didn’t. I actually woke up in the middle of the procedure while they were pulling one of my teeth out. I still remember the pain and the pressure, and honestly, it’s one of those things that stays in your mind. The rest of that evening was a complete whirlwind. I was groggy, swollen, and trying to survive the night.
The entire week after was brutal. I’ve been dealing with headaches and nonstop pain from the wounds, and eating has been a struggle. I’ve basically been surviving off soups, ice cream, and mashed potatoes. That’s it. Anything else felt impossible.
Laying in bed trying to eat this disgusting Lobster Bisque. Ew
LayingiAnd the swelling was unreal. My face was so swollen around my jawline that I barely recognized myself. It looked distorted and felt uncomfortable, and it honestly messes with you when you don’t feel like yourself for days.
Today is the first day I’m finally feeling somewhat normal again. I still have some pain, but it’s manageable, and I can tell I’m slowly coming out of the worst of it. I even tried eating soft pasta today, and surprisingly it went okay. It might sound small, but after living off mashed potatoes all week, it felt like a major win.
Even though this whole experience has been exhausting, I’ve also been thinking a lot about what’s next for me. When you’re forced to slow down, you start reflecting on everything, and I’ve honestly been plotting my next moves.
One of my biggest goals right now is losing the baby weight. I gained about 20 pounds during the first trimester of that pregnancy, and I’m really looking forward to fitting back into my clothes and feeling like myself again. I don’t just want to lose weight, I want to feel strong again. This morning, even though I’m still dealing with pain from surgery, I went for a run. It wasn’t perfect, but it felt so good to move my body again.
I’m also hoping to build muscle because I feel very soft right now. I want to tighten up, tone up, and just get back into a version of myself that feels confident and energized.
And on top of all of that… I’m starting a hair extension business, and I’m SO excited about it. I was doing permanent makeup for a few years and it was fun for a while, but I eventually lost my passion for it. I also feel like it’s becoming a dated beauty service, especially because so many women are realizing the ink can change colors over time and sometimes ends up looking unsightly as it ages.
Extensions, on the other hand, have always been my thing. I love rocking long hair. I went from wearing 22 inch to 24, to 26, to 28, and now I swear I can’t go lower than 32 inches. Once you get used to that length, you don’t want to go back.
I can’t go any shorter
I’ve been thinking about switching up my signature hair color though, because black can be hard to maintain. My roots always lose the darkness, and with the density at the front of my hair, it doesn’t always blend as naturally as I want. So I’m looking for another signature color that still feels like me but is easier to maintain and looks more seamless.
More on that later, because I have a lot coming.
For now, I’m just happy to finally be feeling somewhat okay again. This week was rough, but I feel like I’m slowly coming back to life, and I’m honestly excited for everything I have planned.
Reclaiming MomBod 