Gum Surgery
All the cool kids are doing it (hi Tam and Laurie), and so I had to. Okay, my surgery is only a gum graft. For a single tooth.
So, I'm only hurting in my mouth right now--it's okay if I laugh (sorry Tam and Laurie, I don't think y'all get to).
Since my surgery was so minor, I've been stupidly surprised that my life has to be different for a few days. They prescribed Vicodin. Fortunately, ibuprofen has worked well enough for me, just like when I got my wisdom teeth out. (Though there were a few minutes when I wasn't sure: minutes 20 - 30 or so after I first took the ibuprofen.) Now I just have to be careful not to rest my chin on my hand (which apparently is something I normally do a lot).
And I don't enjoy eating. So after 24 hours I tried taking a bite of a peanut butter sandwich. It actually hurt to chew. That night, I went for overcooked ramen noodles. That barely worked. Today, in addition to my usual chocolate milk I had tomato soup (made from tomato paste, cream, and milk). And later I'll try one of those vanilla protein powders in my milk.
I don't recommend this form of dieting. It's even more drastic than the I-have-to-cook-my-own-food diet. Maybe you think you're hungry, but then you're not in the mood for cooking, so nevermind. Or you think about having to get something in your mouth, and nevermind. Fortunately, it's just going to be temporary for me.
The other thing is how I have less energy and how it's like I have a cute mini fever. The first night I was wearing a warm, fuzzy hoodie. Under my wool blazer. Even going to the store, which required going outside (99 degrees) and into the greenhouse-heated car (who knows how hot it was). I did finally take these off on the way home (apparently walking around in the store warmed me up a bit). And last night I slept at least 11 hours.
Well, at least there are no parties for a couple of weeks where I will be wanting to eat crunchy things. I got in a bunch of socializing last weekend (ate out twice, went to a craft night, and attended Board Game Bash for three days). And I did a bunch of exercise the morning of my surgery (helping carry stuff to an event at work, and then walking 1.5 miles home from the less desirable bus route). So it's okay that I'm not allowed to (sort of like after you donate blood, only for 3 days instead of 24 hours).
I feel like I should write a mini Johnny Cash song. He has a lot of songs about people who made mistakes and had to suffer terrible consequences. Like the guy who didn't mention his alibi at his murder trial because he'd been in the arms of his best friend's wife. Or the guy who was aiming his gun at some guy on a horse walking by, and it accidentally went off, killing the guy, who was married and had a kid. Just little warning songs so you don't have to make the same mistake. But I'm not sure how to make a good song about how you should brush and floss. Plus I'm pretty sure all my readers can afford gum surgery if they need it, so the consequences are pretty minor.
In other news, I think I'm the only person I know who didn't like "Guardians of the Galaxy." I might even be the only person who didn't love it. Yes, I did start liking our heroes by the end of the movie. And yes, eye candy and special effects. And yes, I already knew about plot problems. I didn't like spending so much of the movie not liking anyone. And violence is not fun and it's not funny, even if it's happening to bad guys. Also, there's a time to hold hands, and there's a time to stop holding hands. That is all.
So, I'm only hurting in my mouth right now--it's okay if I laugh (sorry Tam and Laurie, I don't think y'all get to).
Since my surgery was so minor, I've been stupidly surprised that my life has to be different for a few days. They prescribed Vicodin. Fortunately, ibuprofen has worked well enough for me, just like when I got my wisdom teeth out. (Though there were a few minutes when I wasn't sure: minutes 20 - 30 or so after I first took the ibuprofen.) Now I just have to be careful not to rest my chin on my hand (which apparently is something I normally do a lot).
And I don't enjoy eating. So after 24 hours I tried taking a bite of a peanut butter sandwich. It actually hurt to chew. That night, I went for overcooked ramen noodles. That barely worked. Today, in addition to my usual chocolate milk I had tomato soup (made from tomato paste, cream, and milk). And later I'll try one of those vanilla protein powders in my milk.
I don't recommend this form of dieting. It's even more drastic than the I-have-to-cook-my-own-food diet. Maybe you think you're hungry, but then you're not in the mood for cooking, so nevermind. Or you think about having to get something in your mouth, and nevermind. Fortunately, it's just going to be temporary for me.
The other thing is how I have less energy and how it's like I have a cute mini fever. The first night I was wearing a warm, fuzzy hoodie. Under my wool blazer. Even going to the store, which required going outside (99 degrees) and into the greenhouse-heated car (who knows how hot it was). I did finally take these off on the way home (apparently walking around in the store warmed me up a bit). And last night I slept at least 11 hours.
Well, at least there are no parties for a couple of weeks where I will be wanting to eat crunchy things. I got in a bunch of socializing last weekend (ate out twice, went to a craft night, and attended Board Game Bash for three days). And I did a bunch of exercise the morning of my surgery (helping carry stuff to an event at work, and then walking 1.5 miles home from the less desirable bus route). So it's okay that I'm not allowed to (sort of like after you donate blood, only for 3 days instead of 24 hours).
I feel like I should write a mini Johnny Cash song. He has a lot of songs about people who made mistakes and had to suffer terrible consequences. Like the guy who didn't mention his alibi at his murder trial because he'd been in the arms of his best friend's wife. Or the guy who was aiming his gun at some guy on a horse walking by, and it accidentally went off, killing the guy, who was married and had a kid. Just little warning songs so you don't have to make the same mistake. But I'm not sure how to make a good song about how you should brush and floss. Plus I'm pretty sure all my readers can afford gum surgery if they need it, so the consequences are pretty minor.
In other news, I think I'm the only person I know who didn't like "Guardians of the Galaxy." I might even be the only person who didn't love it. Yes, I did start liking our heroes by the end of the movie. And yes, eye candy and special effects. And yes, I already knew about plot problems. I didn't like spending so much of the movie not liking anyone. And violence is not fun and it's not funny, even if it's happening to bad guys. Also, there's a time to hold hands, and there's a time to stop holding hands. That is all.