My mouth is so gross today, I'm not even going to show you.
Greetings from my apartment, where I just got back from my oral surgeon's, where earlier today I had eight teeth surgically removed! Yeehaw! This is the second time in my life I've had such work done, so knew this time what to expect; a whole lot of Novocaine, a whole lot of drilling, and a whole lot of curiously-Victorian-style yanking with bloody metal pliers (seriously). Of course, it is all just too, too gross to show a picture of to an unsuspecting public; here instead is a photo of a series of bloody gauzes that have been in my mouth throughout the morning, which is bad enough...
Well, okay, and one more semi-gross shot, simply because I can...
Did I mention, by the way, that I'm doped up on Vicodin right now as well? Hence the smile, despite the blood. And then a week from now, I do the entire thing over again, this time on the right-hand side of my mouth. And then the hard work starts!
