Friday, February 22, 2008

I survived...

So far, so good. I'm home on the couch in a percocet haze after this morning's oral surgery. Lower lip and tongue are slowly becoming less numb and I'm not bleeding too badly. My face is really swollen and the pain gets bad before the next round of painkillers, but I'm not too miserable at this point. Special thanks to Mrs. Best for excellent pampering and support. I kind of snapped out of my high anxiety when the 10 year-old girl sitting across from me in the waiting room seemed so blase about the whole thing. Way to show me up, punk.


UPDATE: My face is so swollen, I look like I am wearing an Eddie Murphy-style fat suit. Very freaky...

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