I am back home from the Oral Surgeon. Just that name alone conjures up all kinds of anxiety in me. I had an upper wisdom tooth that had broken through extracted and it took all of 15 minutes (after the big Novocaine needle that made it numb took effect). I brought my Ipod with the anticipation that I would need to calm myself and didn’t even get through the ‘Pirates’ overture. I could have had some vicodin prescribed for me but I really hate that stuff so I am taking extra Advil for the pain.
Want to know that best part of the recoup today? I am not suppose to talk a whole lot. Yes, I now have a legitimate reason to not pick up my blasted cell phone. I’ve been texting Mark but I am going to test myself and see how long I can stay selectively mute.
I got a nice wad of gauze between my teeth. No solid food, brushing teeth or spitting for 24 hours. Oh ya, another cool instruction is no working out for the next week. 😉 Apparently, I am forming a blood clot in my mouth and it needs some TLC to stay put. This is to avoid Dry socket. Blahh.. all this is yuck but interesting at the same time.