I had the privilege yesterday of getting some minor dental work done. Don’t ask me the name of the procedure, but it involves a bone graft, where they take a tiny drill and make holes down to the marrow.
(Brief tangent to say that whoever invented local anesthesia should get a prestigious award, if that hasn’t already happened)
The pain meds the gave me were the Good Stuff™. My memory of yesterday afternoon was Oblivion interrupted by fuzzy painlessness.
I have to be at work today, and I feel like I was sucker punched in the jaw (you know, cuz I can’t use the Good Stuff™ here). I’ll manage with ibuprofen, but it’s gonna be a slightly miserable day.
IT WILL BE WORTH IT IN THE END. MY CHOMPERS WILL LOVE ME.
Take care, y’all.