hand eye crafts

That's what I feel like today.  Moving, but only enough to be discernable. Not much sleep was had last night, as the implant made sleeping on my right side extremely uncomfortable.  Today, I'm still sore, and the teeth on either side of the gap are still a little numb.  That doesn't bother me, as it means that I didn't feel the roof shot yesterday.  There's still enough swelling and pain that I couldn't wear my bite plate overnight, nor my Essix today.  My therapist got full view of the gap during my session today.  And heard the whistle that comes with it. "Whistle," "train" --- the theme is holding. A few more cross-stitch pieces framed: The fit here is a bit tight, but the color was too good a match to pass up. I had a couple of pieces that would have worked in this frame, but went with the Christmas: Another color match: I still like my Winter rabbit very much. Pretty, but unframed, my girls:  So many days lately have been too hot for the

Thank you for all the good wishes --- they seem to have worked!  The dentist double-numbed me up, remembering how the shots in the roof of my mouth were so awful.  That's wearing off, and I'm starting to feel some pain. From what I could see and hear, the implant was much, much more involved this time.  There was even a little socket wrench!  Funny to see the dentist working in my mouth like being under the hood of a car.  Hopefully, that little implant sucker stays put this time.   TNT-wise: Maybe a third of the way through?  The issue I have with seeing the pattern through the floss may have been solved.  The solver? The Seven Color Fox.  I love this.  I didn't see that it was another stamped piece when it was ordered, but I'm so glad it is.  The instructions say that once the piece is done, soak it in water for all the ink and grid marks to disappear.  My hope is that that will work with the bunny and girl.

Tomorrow is the oral surgeon's second shot at putting in a bloody abutment.  (The abutment itself won't be bloody...  You know what I mean.)  I am steeling myself for the agony that is one set of the anesthetic injections.  Already having to pay for all this twice, I'm punting on having myself knocked out.  Thirty, forty-five seconds, maybe?  I did it before...