I just had oral surgery, so I thought I would post before the Novocaine wears off and I am praying for an anvil to fall on my head. I thought I was just going in to have a molar removed, but apparently my jaw bone decided to make it a more interesting endeavor. One extraction and a bone graft later, and I am none the worse for wear, but very very curious about the origin of my new parts. I know that it came from a cadaver, so all I can hope is that the donor was very smart, very good looking, and very happy and healthy.
So it looks like I will be propped up in the Happy Chair today with a book and stitching in hand.
And lots and lots of Tylenol.