Sunday, October 21, 2007
Monday?! It's Fat Tuesday in My Cheeks
The wizzies are out, but the swelling isn't.
I could swear that they put me under and then all of the office workers came back and took turns playing the xylophone on my face with hammers for two hours. I'll bet it was like my former Friday band challenge days in school, where you tried to kick your performance up a notch in order to best the reigning champ of the week and claim the title yourself until the next Friday. In other words, stay away from "Friday Fun Day" appointments at the oral surgeon, if you ask me.
But really, are you sure it's Monday morning? I can't believe it. I have slept almost the entire weekend, even after I stopped taking Percocet, so I have completely lost this weekend.
Thanks for all of your prayers and well-wishes. I think everything is going OK. I'm just not ready to go back to work yet because I've only sat up for maybe 30 minutes at a time this weekend. The 2-hour staff meeting I'm facing this morning just seems too hard!
I've heard that "procedures" are harder on old people than on the young. I now believe it. I know that I recovered a lot faster when I was younger and had the first two out. I hate to admit it, but it's true what my older brother has always said about me: I am a crybaby. Oh well.
But now I've gotta suck it up and get ready for work. I'll be anxious to catch up with you all and see what I've missed in your posts. In the meantime, please enjoy watching this little girl train for her future career in oral surgery, with a specialization in "Friday Fun Day Mallot Competitions."