Cut Up With a Scalpel

So, yesterday B had oral surgery: gum grafting. It's where they slice chunks off of the roof of your mouth and stitch them under/into your gums to repair damaged or receding gum-lines. It's painful, expensive, and all-around gnarly, but in the long run we expect it to be worth it.

She was out of surgery at about 1:30pm, so we headed home and made the best of the rest of the day:

• Fruit smoothies with honey.
• Vicodin, ibuprofen, antibiotics, acidopholis.
• Soup.
• Ice packs.
• More vicodin.
  
• The entire first season of America's Top Model, start to finish.*

Once the vicodin kicked in, she felt okay. This morning she was feeling pretty miserable, but I think that's to be expected; the problem with sleeping when you're hurt or sick is that you can't do the things (ice-packs, painkillers) that make you feel better, even though sleep is the best thing for you overall. By the time I left for campus, she was starting to feel basically human again.

So: we are accepting well-wishes and remote hi-fives. I'll be on good husband duty for the next week or so and we hope and expect a speedy recovery.

* Which was great! The funny trashy chick beat the self-righteous Christian bible-thumper chick. It was a victory for truth and justice.