The Novocain’s still got half my face, and I have to keep biting down on a thick gauze pad to stop the bleeding, and my jaw feels like I was lucky it wasn’t snapped off–but other than that, I’m okay.
Because the tooth had fractured into a jillion pieces under the crown, I was afraid this was going to be a long and complicated ordeal. But it only seemed that way. “Everything went perfectly,” the surgeon assured me.
I can’t talk because I have to keep my remaining teeth clamped down on this gauze, and there’s no point in resorting to a comforting cigar until the Novocain wears off.
Enough. There’s news to cover.
Thank you all for your prayers.
I knew you’d survive. 🙂 Try to enjoy the rest of your day. Things are on the upswing.
Got to get myself into the mood for Joe Collidge.
That’s the ticket – concentrate on someone who is worse off that yourself.
Glad that is over for you. I went through the same or similar last summer.
Not fun, but it does end.
Praise God! We can always count on Him to bring us through.
Praise the Lord that it went well and quickly — although I’m sure the recovery time doesn’t feel quick at all. 🙁
Spoken like a true survivor. How about Joe Collige deciding to be a dentist, then finding out what is involved in qualifying for it.
Qualifying? Qualifying? How elitist! Don’t you know that if Joe wants to be a dentist, he’s entitled to be a dentist just by identifying as a dentist?
I think he’d like to try his hand at being an airline pilot.