It seems that, the older I get, the less teeth I have.
I broke a molar on my top left in late 2006 and had to have that removed. Last September I went to the dentist and was told that I needed a wisdom tooth removed on my lower right. When I finally couldn’t put off going to the hospital any longer, I was told that they wanted to relieve me of both my lower wisdom teeth. Which was what I had done last Friday. I would never recommend having general anaesthetics for fun – I truly felt like I’d be smacked in the side of the head with a cricket bat. Eating is still proving a struggle but I’m not going back to work until Wednesday, when I believe I will be almost completely normal.
I’m just glad there’s no documentary evidence of how I looked on Saturday, when the left hand side of my face bulged really horribly and I looked sickeningly misshapen. My right side looks normal now but the left was so bruised and battered that I’m still experiencing numbness in my lower lip on that side. It’s coming round, though. I keep getting tingly sensations in that area so I’m hopeful I’ll regain all feeling on that side.
I can’t think that much else has happened in the last week, really. It’s just been all overshadowed with the build up to the extraction! This week, however holds two BookCrossing Meets, although I’m not going to Chelmsford as it’s tomorrow. I am planning wholeheartedly to be at Ipswich on Saturday, though.
In closing, I’d just like to say MEN, YOU ALL SUCK! And begone with me!
