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Connor was sitting on my lap while I typed away at my homework. He turned his head suddenly, in reaction to a noise outside, and accidentally bashed my jaw with the side of his head. Pain exploded through my body. I gasped loudly, put him down gently and ran to the bed room. I didn't want to cry in front of him, because I knew he'd never hurt me like that on purpose. I popped another pain pill shortly afterwards. It was just too much. I felt pretty good most of the day. I started to get worn out after dinner.

Chris and I are bickering over silly things. I know a big part of it is the stress from my wisdom teeth conundrum. However, tonight I realized something else. We haven't been able to kiss, really kiss, in over a week. I miss his kisses. All the more reason to wish for a speedier recovery : )