Post-Op

Down one tooth, up a pack of gauze pads. 

It took three injections to get me numb "enough."  The tooth came out in four pieces, the crown being one.  For as much trouble as that tooth gave me, it was extremely hesitant to leave my jaw.  I've never had a tooth pulled before;  my wisdom teeth were surgically removed.  Until something different comes along, that remains the best pain medication I've ever had.  And I got morphine after both my C-sections.

As I type this, the local is still holding, but weakening.  I've taken a roughly equine-size ibuprofen, trying to save the Hydrocodone for later.  I'm icing my jaw, and was told to change the pack every 20 minutes. (No frozen peas ---plain old-school ice cubes.)  I was given an admonition against spitting "aggressively," which I found funny.  As opposed to "laid-back" spitting?

Tap is keeping his distance.  He gives me a thorough sniffing every time I come home, and he was quite distressed on my arrival today.  There were certainly lots of odors to figure out.

Cold and rainy here.  I do like the sight and smell of wet leaves near Halloween.  🍁🎃🍂