The day at the office went well enough, but just as I was getting home my pain meds were to the point where they completely disappeared from my circulatory system. And then the jaw started to get sore. REALLY sore. Probably the worst it had hurt me yet, if only because it was the first time I was experiencing it with a completely clean head.

Yesterday it hurt because the wisdom tooth extraction was still fresh, but the sedatives were still somewhat in effect. This morning things hurt, but the haze from an evening of sleep tempered that. But when I got home tonight there was about an hour where there was nothing of consequence floating through my system, and it felt like my jaw would break into a thousand parts just by opening it too quickly.

Then I took my second dose of Oxycodone for the day. My jaw started to relax and the pain started to dissipate. Then I started to drift to sleep, and by drift I mean 0 to 320 in about six seconds. Had I been driving or operating a fork lift, the scene wouldn’t have been pretty. Luckily I read all those little warning stickers on the bottle, so the only thing I was operating at that time was an email program — dangerous enough, but nothing life threatening unless I started sending obscene letters to my boss and co-workers, which is just not my style, altered or not.

But the balance has been restored and I push on to an evening of compositions and code, along with whatever else I may deem distracting enough.

If the day after you have four wisdom teeth removed from your head is leaving you feeling better than you have in the seven days before it, then you can probably guess that you’re week could have been better, health wise (and no, that’s not the Oxycodone talking — that hasn’t kicked in yet this morning). Still, with only one or two minor mishaps, what is usually the most traumatic dental experience most people face went extremely well for me. Well enough that I’m sitting at my desk at the office and gearing up for a full days work.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a resume to review, a test to re-copy, and Photoshop is calling me to do some mockups for a work blog. Busy, busy, toothless beaver!

Yet another all-night coding session, and here I am going into a new day with zero hours of sleep. Not healthy, nor suggested, but a necessity to get all I had to do done. If all goes well, I may be back with an update this afternoon to show you all what I was putting myself though hell for.

While I may have been working like a dog since last Thursday, that doesn’t mean that I didn’t get to go out and do some social things. In fact, if I shunned the world at large and just kept my head down in my work, I might have been able to keep a healthier sleep schedule. But then I wouldn’t have been able to see Modest Mouse on Sunday night, or “The Grand” at the Tribeca Film Festival — both of which I highly recommend seeing when they eventually come to your town.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to pass out on my keyboard for a bit before everyone else in the office starts showing up. They might look at me funny if I do that come this afternoon. ^_^