This Christmas break was like no other for me and my sister.

What adventure did we go on this year you might ask? Certainly not a fun Canadian Ski trip or a warm tropical cruise like in years’ past, but we did have our own unique “adventure” right in our hometown.

As a sophomore in college, it was finally time to get the dreaded wisdom teeth extraction. With thousands of dollars spent on braces, it was urgent that mine were removed before new mouth troubles arose later in life.

While you never know when exactly they will flare up, as the granddaughter of a dentist, I knew my wisdom teeth clock was ticking. I might have been able to put the surgery off a few more years, but my parents didn’t want me halfway across the world one day, and all of a sudden start having terrible swelling and pain from the unnecessary teeth.

However, did my 16-year-old sister REALLY need hers out at the EXACT same time as me? Really mom? What kind of whack idea was that you concocted?

All these thoughts were running through my head as she broke the seemingly awful news to me. I’m all about "killing two birds with one stone," but anytime I’m sick all I want is rest, relaxation and quiet. All of which I knew would be impossible with a sibling in tow.

“Oh. It’ll be fine. You two can turn our bedroom into the 'infirmary' that way I can check on both of you at the same time," actual words from my mom.

Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE being home more than anything, but if I have to be cut open and stitched up for the first time in my life, let me rest in silence.

Despite having "nerves of steel," or at least that's what people tell me, I was still nervous for December 26 to come since it was going to be my first time getting an IV, my first time being put to sleep, and my first time having surgery.

The one thing that comforted me the most was knowing my sweet, younger sister would be around after surgery feeling all the same things I would.

The surgery itself wasn't bad at all, seeing as I don't remember any of it. Once all the grogginess wore off and the pain set in, it did hurt, but it could have been so much worse.

By the second day post-surgery, I had already had a complete change of heart, proving my mom to be right, like always.

Now, being two weeks post-op, I’m so glad we went through the "torture" together. I still can’t laugh or smile completely like I normally do, since my mouth is still healing, but since surgery, I’ve never laughed or smiled more internally.

“I'm laughing internally” became our catchphrase when we could barely open our mouths because of the extreme aching and soreness. "LOL" is a common catchphrase for millennials, but since we couldn’t laugh out loud, we had to concoct our own.

Every time Rachel said something funny on Friends, every time Phoebe was oblivious, every stupid comment from Joey — we were laughing, “internally.”

I've never eaten more soup or watched more episodes on Netflix in a row; however, looking back, I’m so thankful I had a sister along for the ride. Thank ya' Caroline for putting up with me, and thanks Mom for always knowing what's best.