Yesterday I had oral surgery to repair an issue with an old root canal. I haven’t been a fan of the dentist since I broke out with chicken pox while getting braces put on in the 5th grade, and this latest experience reinforces my aversion. Sure the doctor & nurses were nice, but the procedure itself was awful in every way, especially the post-surgery diet.
For hours after the surgery my face was so numb I was afraid everything I put in my mouth would slide right out. I would have used a straw for beverages, but I worried this would cause my stitches to pop and I couldn’t bear the idea of having to go back to get sewn up again. When I nibbled on some Mac & Cheese, the spoon barely fit in the crooked opening of my paralyzed lips.
Morning came and I awoke to find my face swollen twice its normal size. I feel like I could get a part in the next installment of Planet of the Apes. For lunch I am looking forward to chocolate pudding and more Mac & Cheese.