Me And My Big Fat Cheeks
WARNING: Today's post is kinda yucky.
In a medical kinda way.
You may think that photo above is Alvin the Chipmunk.
But actually, the above photo is ME. Well, me for the past 48 hours.
Let me 'splain, Lucy.
You see, I broke a molar tooth this past summer, and due to circumstances beyond my control, I wasn't able to have it fixed right away. So, Friday was The Day to have it repaired (code word = oral surgery).
And, in true-to-me-form, the repair was not an easy one. No.
We didn't get to go with Plan A (get a crown).
Or Plan B (put in an implant).
Or Plan C (put in an implant and have a bone graft).
No.
We went with Plan D (Put in an implant, have a bone graft, AND a sinus "lift.") (Apparently, when there's a lot of bone loss, your sinus can kind of "sink" into the area where your tooth was/is. So, the dentist has to RETURN the sinus to its place of origin.).
Now, if you know me, you know that I can't stand the dentist. I mean, I like him as a person, but I can't stand his line of work. (I think it has something to do with having seen the dentist in Little Shop of Horrors during my formative years.)
Anyway, the fun didn't stop there on Friday--because Sunday I woke up with a fever and a face that looked like a scary version of Alvin the Chipmunk.
Turns out, I am one of the 5% of people that get an infection after oral surgery.
What in the heck?
I mean, I do feel like a person who beats the odds. I do consider myself lucky.
But this is ridonkulous!
SO, lesson for today: TAKE CARE OF YOUR CHOMPERS. BRUSH and FLOSS regularly.
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