Wednesday morning I had four teeth out.
It was interesting. I wasn't really awake, but I do remember at one point hearing bone splintering as one of the wisdom teeth was wrenched out. I think it was after that (but I'm not sure) that I heard the whirring of a saw or a drill.
That afternoon, I took a Vicodin, which made me really moody and depressive and didn't help with the pain; then I took another one, which helped a little; and at supper-time I had two, which put me to sleep in a haze. I woke up three hours later and tossed and turned all night with an icepack on my right cheek, which is where I heard the sound of cracking bone from during the surgery.
So Thursday morning, I shaved my cheeks and chin so the icepacks would work better. I stuck with tylenol and Celestial Seasonings' "Sleepytime" infusion, and of course icepacks. I looked way too jowly though.
Today, Friday, my face is still swollen. But the pain and the swelling aren't bad enough to keep me from doing my job, so I'm going to go in and muck out those bird cages. If I can corner Tom or Mimi, I'll grill them, too.
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"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why they are poor, they call me a Communist." -- Archbishop Hélder Câmara (1909-1999)
Jon Foster Steele
February 2nd, 1972 - June 6, 2010
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Jon Foster Steele
February 2nd, 1972 - June 6, 2010
Artist, advocate, brother and friend.
May he receive comfort, and inherit peace.