Had some nasty oral surgery this morning, and though I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, the lower half of my face currently feels as if it has been beaten from the inside out with a baseball bat.
No solid foodstuffs for several days, no sleeping with my head flat, ice packs, Clindamycin, Vicodin, and a general all-over feeling of crappiness. Don’t wanta be a whiney baby about it, but it’s anti-fun, thazzall.
So I’ll come back when I’m ready to stop being a complain-ster. (And when I’ve regained a more mindful state . . . )
Object lesson for the day: gettin’ old ain’t fer sissies.