Comfortably Numb

Well I am still alive. I made it.

The procedure took 30 minutes. He had one tooth out before I realized it. The surgeon was a really nice Irish guy. He loved our family names and especially loved Liam's name. He told me about going to Ireland and people he met. All while wrenching my third molars out of my mouth.

I'm numb from my forehead to my sternum. I look like a stroke victim (no offense to stroke victims everwhere). I have ice packs on each cheek. I can't talk and I sound like Mayor Menino.

I'm a bit worried about the rest of my recovery. Mostly fearing a dreaded DRY SOCKET. But otherwise I'll be here resting. Icing. Popping Advil like candy. (Not really Beth, just 6 a day!)

I'm sure I'll have more to say later. When I'm not drooling so much. I hope. Yeah.