Thursday I had another round with my oral surgeon to place the root of the implant molar that will replace the tooth I lost in January. I'm a whimp. I had general anaesthesia again. Worth every penny. Probably makes the surgeon's job a lot easier, too. Result? Perfect placement. No bleeding. No pain. No kidding.
(Here's the best part: once again Dr. Whitcher's FABULOUS surgical assistant, Susan, wrote me a THANK YOU NOTE afterwards! "Thanks for being a great patient..." "Call if you have any questions." I love these people!)
So, after a frappuchino and a couple of errands, hubby took me home to sleep off the anaesthesia. I woke up with a dreadful sore throat. Didn't take me too long to realize it had nothing to do with the tooth. Just a wretched-bad summer cold, probably picked up on the way home from Alaska. Viral, of course, since I'm on a week's worth of antibiotics which is standard practice for this kind of oral surgery. Meaning that the antibiotics won't do me any good for the cold.
Such is life. I sleep. I knit. Today I'm better, so I'm at the computer a little. The knitting is a specific project which I'll describe tomorrow.
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