Thanks for all the well wishes for my oral surgery. It went well. One moment I was talking about my work at the college and the next moment I could hear the surgeon and nurses talking. They sounded as if they were off in the distance, but when I opened my eyes they were standing over me.
At one point, I felt the suture thread on the corner of my mouth. And then it was time to go. As male nurse was wheeling me toward the car in a wheelchair, I asked Jilda if she wanted me to drive. Jilda and the male nurse snorted with laughter.
The afternoon was low key. I spent most of the time on the couch reading magazines and books that I'd been holding on to until I found time to read them. I also caught up on my blog reading.
I'd been dreading the surgery for weeks, and I'm glad it's behind me.
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