Sore but functional

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I got three teeth pulled first thing in the morning. This was about as unpleasant as you'd imagine, especially since my metabolism burns anesthetic unusually fast, requiring multiple applications of the stuff to keep me from writhing and screaming. But the antibiotics had already brought the swelling down a bit, which helped.

The dentist tells me my jaw bone is extra-dense, so next year for the other needed extractions, she wants to refer me to a dental surgery specialist. (I'm hoping for gas--I want to be out like a light when they're using the bone saw.)

Since I'd already had the whole day off yesterday, I went back to work after noon, stopping for my flu shot first. People seemed surprised to see me, but I was reasonably fit for duty, aside from begging off phone answering. All that gauze made it hard to speak distinctly. We are so very far behind. Apparently, Vicodin(tm) doesn't make me nearly as woozy as it does some other folks. On the other hand, I wasn't driving.

I'm looking forward to seeing my family for the youngest niece's birthday party this weekend, and hope to be able to make it to the MAS Halloween showing.