I didn’t leave the house all weekend. It was fall with a vengance. It was grey and overcast. It was chilly. It rained
I had oral surgery (again) on Monday.
There is a lot that I could say about that, but which I probably won’t because I am on painkillers and still feeling pretty woozy. (Percoset this time, which seems to work better for me then Vicodan, and has the added bonus of not making me feel frighteningly light-headed and nauseous.)
I will say that after 7 months and 3 surgeries, the fact that I am still essentially at square one in the process is pretty disheartening.
Hopefully the implant will take this time.
At least I had a good “last supper” before the surgery – John and I went to see RED (which was hilarious) and then got take-out from City Barbeque. I ordered the full rack platter (with corn pudding and hush puppies for the side dishes) despite the fact that historically, the half-rack platter is pretty much the extreme limit of what I can eat. I wanted to have the opportunity to eat as much (and as much protein) as I could before a week or so of a liquid diet. Predictably, I only ate about half of the rack and half of the hush puppies, though I finished off all of the corn pudding because I love the way that City Barbeque does corn pudding.
John had the leftovers for lunch the next day while I was doped up and sleeping off the general anesthesia on the couch while “watching” DVDs of the first (and only) season of “The Middleman”.
Right now I am just sitting at home taking painkillers and trying not to touch my face and not accomplishing much of anything at all, which makes me feel bad (because I can’t stand NOT “getting stuff done”) until I remember that the point of taking sick days off after surgery is to rest up and get better.
Anyway, I go back to work (albeit from home) tomorrow when I am down to only a dose or two of painkillers per day and will be able to (hopefully) focus on work again.