. . .and say -- arrggggghhh!!
Today, I go for round 2 of periodontal surgery. You know, when the dentist stuck that little probe in next to my gums, and began calling out random numbers--3, 5, 6, 9, 7, 8 etc.--I had no idea it would mean hours of jaw-cracking pain. Not really pain, but just aching.
Sit with your mouth open for about 2 hours, all the while half of it is completely numbed, and you feel like the village idiot drooling uncontrollably, and you get a whiff of what lies before me this afternoon.
I tried Googling some images of periodontal surgery and thought better of it. It is enough to know that half of my face will feel like it doesn't belong to me without having to look at photos of someone else's gums being worked on.
Am I going for the pity factor. Hmmm--me? Do I want pity? I will settle for mercy.
Oh, did I mention that this wonderful procedure is followed by TWO weeks of eating nothing solid, and also NO brushing teeth. WHA. . .?
Be back when the numbness subsides.