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I realized that while I mentioned this obliquely, I haven’t actually talked about my recent surgery, or why I needed to have it. Let me correct that oversight now.
About a month ago, I went to a new dentist for a (long overdue) checkup. She took some X-rays, and said that all four of my wisdom teeth are sideways in my gums, and the lower two were pushing against my roots. She suggested that I get those two removed, and referred to me an oral surgeon. After I worked out the best time at work to take a few days off, I talked to said surgeon, and we decided to just go ahead and get all four removed so I don’t have to do this again in a year or so.
The surgery was Friday. As far as I know, it went well — I went to sleep and woke up with a sore throat and gauze in my mouth (which sounds much more interesting than it really was). Michelle drove me home, and I stayed in bed all day watching videos on my laptop and trying to find ways to swallow pills without opening my mouth too much. The next three days were an exercise in relearning how to chew, talk, and play video games while under the influence of pain meds. (Note: I have no idea how good it is while sober, but Brutal Legend is hella fun while on pain pills.)
Today I’m back at work. I’m mentally and physically exhausted, and I’m still not too far beyond eating soft foods, but I’m able to do more than sit on the couch and try not to accidentally bite my tongue. It might be another day or two before I do much more than get up, go to work, go home and lie on the couch for several hours, but I’m slowly ramping up to something approximating "normal." I’m going to have a post-op follow-up Thursday afternoon.