Not My Idea of a Vacation
Back in March, I was happily munching a salad when something didn't feel right. The hard piece of something that I spit out was one of my crowns. No big deal, I thought. Call the dentist, go in, and get it glued back in place. Then I looked closer and realized the crown had taken a large portion of what was left of the tooth with it.
Okay, so it WAS a big deal. There wasn't enough of the tooth left to repair, so I had to see an oral surgeon to have the root extracted.
(Don't cringe. I'm not going into great deal.)
Unfortunately, while I got in right away for the assessment, I couldn't have the procedure done until this past Monday. Yes, that's a long time.
It wasn't that bad. The doctor was FAST. I was in and out in no time. I refused the narcotic pain meds, opting to use over-the-counter products instead. Note: I highly recommend the Tylenol/Advil combo I've been told to use on several occasions.
However...
While I wasn't in any real pain, I was a tad loopy and a lot sleepy. Monday, following the procedure, I mostly did nothing but wait for the Novocain to wear off. Tuesday, I napped, read, napped, and read some more. Shocking as it may sound, I DID NO WRITING. At all.
Wednesday, I dived back in, but only for a little while because I had another appointment. Not for me. For Kensi and her heart murmur. Thankfully, the report from the veterinary cardiologist was glowing. She told me to keep doing what I've been doing. I'm a relieved cat mom.
Kensi couldn't wait to come home and start washing off the yucky vet hospital stuff.
I'm happy to be back to work on normal stuff today. No doctors, no dentists, no veterinarians. Just me working on my next book and Kensi napping in the sun. Let me tell you, while napping and reading sound heavenly on most days, when it's forced on you, it's not my idea of
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