Vertical again. Yesterday’s round two of dental surgery was bigger in all regards than the first, featuring 2 1/2 hours in the chair instead of two, five rounds of local anesthetics instead of four, said anesthetics starting to wear off in the tail end of the procedure (my metabolism and local anesthetics have a funny relationship, just not of the ha ha kind), four X-Rays instead of one (but I can now read in the dark by opening my mouth), and three different kind of anesthetics instead of just good old Novocaine.
Vicadin Christmas Eve, possibly Christmas, staying away from people and loading something into an Xbox that’ll let me stab and shoot people in the face, because that always makes me feel better (and Irene says I can’t do that with what she calls real people just to make me feel better).
Merry Christmas all!
Oh, for those interested I took some pics of me during surgery and Irene took pics last night because she said I looked liked I’d been punched in the face: black eyes, dark shadow below my cheekbones, and swollen right side.