Last Thursday, I had four wisdom teeth extracted. The days leading up to the procedure, I was a basket case, but everyone assured me I would only experience some pain and discomfort for a few days and then I would be fine.  I figured I would be up and running (literally) by mid-week.

Nope.  Five days later, I’m in excruciating pain.  I can control the pain with the help of 600-800 mg ibuprofen, but if I forget to take any pain reliever, then I’m suffering all over again.  It’s awful.

Since the pain was so bad, I assumed I had dry sockets and begged the surgeon to squeeze me in for a quick examination.  No dry sockets, but I’m just taking a really long time to heal which has something to do with my… eh hem…age and deep, long roots that touched my jaw bone which required about 1 mm of my jaw bone to be removed.

I was told after the surgery to refrain from any exercise until my follow-up on the 23^rd, but according the surgeon after today’s visit, I may need to wait even longer due to my slow healing process.  Fantastic.

This means I may have to wait even longer to resume my half marathon training.  I had hoped to be able to pick up at 10 miles this Saturday, but I won’t know until the 23^rd and even then, I may not be able to jump back into running.  With the Rock ‘ Roll marathon only few weeks away, this is not good.

Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking.

Plus, I’m on this soft food diet. Have I mentioned how much I love food, I mean real food?

Being laid up for a few days, I’ve spent a lot of time watching TV and surfing through Pinterest.  Playing around on Pinterest staring at food I can’t eat was torture.  But at least I have some fabulous menus planned when I can real food again and some wonderful play date ideas when I’m ready to get out and play again and some outstanding organizational skills to start implementing when I’m feeling better.

Yeah, I’ll get right on that.

I feel a bit like Ren of Ren & Stimpy because all I have left are stinky steenky holes.

I wish I had photos to share of my gnarly, bloody wisdom teeth to at least make this post a bit more interesting.

But I got nothing.  No photos.  No running, just Pinterest to make me feel even more inadequate amuse me and make me hungry.  Fan-f*cking-tastic.

*Proudly submitted to Stacy Uncorked, because when I blog about my training, it’s usually pretty random.*