However, after all the kids were gone and my husband came home, my cheek really started to swell. It looked really bad and hurt, so I decided to call the dentist. It was around 8:00 but he told me to meet him in his office and to make sure I brought my husband. He said it didn't look too bad, but I didn't believe him. He said it needed a drain. So they gave me some gas and I started giggling a lot and Kyle decided it'd be funny to say (in front of the dentist) that gas always make me laugh at home. I was so embarrassed. But anyway, after some numbing and some procedures I tried to not listen to he was done. Kyle was the dental hygienist for the evening. He was in charge of suction, which may be the reason I puked in the parking lot in front of both Kyle and the dentist. I puked again at home and finally fell asleep. But this morning half of my face seriously looks like Louie Anderson, but I guess at least it doesn't hurt as much.
But I'm not allowing Kyle to tell my any of the details about what happened, so you'll have to hear all that later. The few details I did hear I can't think about or I get all queasy like.

