Thursday, May 19, 2011

Dylan, Wisdom Teeth and Hot Yoga (yea, these definitely all go together)

So, I meant to update you guys last night before I got my wisdom teeth out this morning, but I was having some pre-surgery jitters. In fact, I woke up every hour on the hour last night and I was sweating like crazy even though it was freezing cold in my room.
Scared? Hells yea I was! Haha.

The reason is because I have a history of Malignant Hyperthermia in my family. It's an inherited disease that causes a rapid rise in body temperature (fever) and severe muscle contractions when the affected person receives general anesthesia. So basically, you have an allergic reaction to the anesthetic, your body overheats and you could die. I'm not exactly sure if I have it, but my grandfather did and one of my cousins had an allergic reaction when she was put under. They had to put her in an ice bath to cool her down and luckily they caught it just in time before. So, you can imagine why I was a little freaked out. Plus, it was my first surgery.

On a good note, I only had to get two removed (only two ever grew in on the right side of my face), the bad news is they were both impacted and one of them was so far into my sinus that my surgeon had to dig deeper than he thought he would in order to get it out.

So basically it looks like I was punched in the face. The whole right side of my mouth is scratched up and is now turning all the colours of the bruise rainbow. YAY! Good thing my photo-shoot was last week haha. :)

The reason I am typing this right now and not resting is because I am pretty hyper. And, whenever I fall asleep and wake up again, my mouth hurts like hell. Seriously....what's up with that? Lol.
Plus, there were a couple of things I wanted to update you on.

The first was, that around three weeks ago, I put on a Bob Dylan Tribute at Hugh's Room in Toronto.
It was my first time ever doing anything like this and I had to organize everything, learn two Dylan songs myself, and host the night. It. was. nuts. And truthfully, I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would.

It's like when you want to throw a party at your place. You have all these ideas and thoughts about how big, grand and fun it'll be. When the big day finally rolls around, you are too busy running around for everyone else, that you have no time for yourself and it doesn't end up being the big fun night you pictured.
So finally when it's all over, you couldn't be happier to get off your feet and just relax for a bit. :)

I do have to say however, that all the musicians/artists were absolutely fantastic, the house band was incredible, and we sold out the show. Pretty successful methinks.
Just so you know though, I have to confess that I probably won't host next year. It was just way too much for me and I thought I was going to lose my marbles.

Another update...
I officially LOVE hot vinyasa yoga. The obsession happened about two weeks ago, when my sister Briar talked me into going. I've always wanted to try it, but I never wanted to go by myself. Needless to say, we are both hooked now and forever.
The experience is so invigorating, and you leave feeling refreshed and alive. Oh, and you will sweat like you have never sweat before in your life. AND, on top of that, when you get home you will want to eat everything but the kitchen sink. Haha.
If you're on the fence about it, just try it. You've got nothing to lose, and I trust me when I say this, you will feel the best you've ever felt in your life afterwards.
I'm still trying to get my dad to try it. (I even tried to guilt him into coming last night by saying that I might die on the operating table. Still no dice. Boy is he ever a tough cookie to crack). But he will come....eventually. When he can't take my pestering anymore. Muah ha ha ha ha....

Diddy of the Day: When they injected the anesthesia into my arm this morning, it burned and stung like a bi-atch. And then I woke up and didn't remember when I fell asleep, or how I did. Pretty neat. I was also talking about hot yoga to the nurse haha. I think I might have converted her....but I'll never know. I was extremely talkative when I woke up. All I wanted to do was make friends. Heehee.

Fact: This is the first time I have ever received stitches in my entire life, and it isn't even my fault I got them either.

Fiction: I can type and talk really well right now. Truthfully, I'm going to have to go back and re-read this post 10 times because I am spelling and wording so many things wrong it's insane. (Instead of yourself, I said yourings, I spelled scars, scras, and all my tenses are messed up. Plus I deleted the whole post and had to rewrite it again). Gee...maybe that's why they say don't operate heavy machinery after anesthesia. If this was a chainsaw right now, I'd probably have only one of my pinky fingers left...


PS - More updates soon when I'm not all cuckoo in the head...