The "day after" is always the worse for me. The day after I visit the deathist, er dentist, is always the worse for both pain and fatigue. It was even worse than I expected. (I did expect pretty bad too; after all, at one point in time during the extraction the dentist DID ask for a mallet.)
I missed class. I drug arse at the first job. I slept like a baby after the first job.
Now for the good part. I feel better.
Better than I did before... With the constantly infected teeth removed, my sinuses are actually clearer. I feel more alert and well... Life is good.
