Yes, tooth, singular. Evidently, I was only granted one tooth's worth of wisdom in life.
As of 9:45 a.m. this morning I am several grams lighter and perhaps a little more dim than before.
The oral surgeon did a great job of getting it out and I am happy with my decision to just have local anthesia and some laughing gas. The laughing gas wore off in about 5 minutes and I was happy to be able to understand the instructions I was given--that's a surgery first for me! It only took about 4 hours for my face to regain feeling.
While waiting for the numbness to wear off, laziness struck. I really was not enjoying having to hold a cloth-wrapped ice pack on my head. It required laying down and freezing my digits. Not fun. So I decided to make my first request of Tony. I asked for the grey yarn and a crochet hook. Two hours later I had my very own ice pack cozy, as modeled in the photo below.
As you can see, the cozy is very functional, but the model is not. To that end, I plan to spend the remainder of the afternoon watching the first Lord of the Rings movie and wait for my face to start swelling as promised.
I feel very fortunate to have a six-pack of chocolate Ensure (turns out that opening my craw is not pleasant, so the popsicles, yogurt and alphabet soup will have to wait a day or two) and a loving Tony who brings me ice, pills, and Ensure before I even think to ask.
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