Herr Powell, I know you probably can't speak right now, but you sure can type! Are you alive?
Do write us in your druggy stupor please!
Danke bitte for your thoughts.
After two hours of the Herr Doktor whittling on my jaw, I emerged yesterday with a couple of new bone grafts (donated by an unnamed cadaver, but I guess now we're close personal friends...) and functioning with doses of 800 MG Ibuprofen. I also got a scrip for Oxydodone, but I hate that stuff. The semi-detached feeling it creates is something I really dislike, and I don't expect to use it. Therefore, I'm minimally stuporific, if very low-key.
Things are better than I feared. I just feel like I have a congestion headache and a sore throat, both caused by swelling from the work on my lower jaw. I am exploring the relative virtues of yogurt, pudding, and small refried bean & cheese burritos made with nice soft tortillas. Icewater and other cold drinks are also on the menu, and I have clearance for the occasional beer as needed. Recuperation proceeds apace.