Drunk, or something like it

Whitney had a dentist appointment yesterday. She had a few cavities that needed to be fixed and her top front tooth had gotten chipped and needed to be repaired. She was given a dose of some sort of medicine that made her so LOOPY! Dr. Pearson carried her out to the van for me and she hugged him. That just isn't like her. At home, I laid her on the couch and put a blanket over her. A few minutes later I heard something. I went to see what is was and sure enough, it was Whit trying to walk. She looked like someone who had just walked out of a bar and didn't know which way was up or down. She was running into walls, falling down on her knees and crawling, and just laughing about the whole thing. I got out the camcorder and tried to catch some of it on video, but I was afraid she was going to fall and need a trip to the emergency room! It made for a very eventful day. Her sisters got a kick out of it. I wonder if they sell that stuff--There are definitely days that I could use it!