Nothing like oral surgery first thing in the morning. My front tooth (#8, in technical terms), hanging loosely after fracturing in three places below the gum line and thoroughly infected, had to be excavated along with a chunk of bone.
I’m not good at this: when my wisdom teeth were removed some years ago, under anesthesia and literally 19 Novocain injections I attacked the surgeon. The time before that, different surgeon tied my wrists to the armrests of the chair before knocking me cold, and afterwards advised me not to return if and when I need additional work. But it had to be done, so we tried it again today, using a different delivery system, shown here.
Now it’s off to Percocet Paradise for a few days. The real bummer arrives tomorrow: it’s National Tequila Day, and I’m medically prohibited from drinking.
Oh, well. As the old joke goes, at least I don’t have cancer. Whoops. Oh, shit. Never mind.