On Wednesday, I'm having oral surgery.
Seems my childhood dentist left my two lower wisdom teeth in my mouth and they have to come out.
Also, I still have two primary teeth. That's right, I still have two molars from my childhood. Jen calls them my "freaky teeth" because, well, they look freaky.
The whole process has hacked me off at my childhood dentist and orthodonist. I had freakin' braces as a teenager. Why would you put braces on baby teeth? Why wouldn't you just pull them? And as for the wisdom teeth, my oral surgeon said my childhood dentist probably left them because the bottom ones are much more difficult to extract than the uppers.
I just had what will likely be my last solid food for the next few days - a kicken chicken salad from Goodson's. It's basically buffalo chicken atop a salad. A couple of months ago, I suggested to Mark Goodson, the owner, that they should put it on the menu. He said "All you have to do is ask and we'll make it for you." Next time I went in, it was on the menu ... along with a note that "Local sports editor Scott Faldon suggested this menu item." Good stuff, try next time you're in there.
Anyway, I'm sure Jen will have the camera out once I'm back home. I'm sure she'll want to document the chipmunk cheeks I'll have after this procedure. And I'll be too doped up to stop her.
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FYI to anyone reading this: Scott's surgery went fine, his cheeks actually aren't that swollen (yet - it's been less than an hour since surgery), and he is hilariously repeating things over & over to me like this gem: "Jen, I feel like I'm in VEGAS. Where are my boys?" :-D
I WAS in Vegas and trust me, you weren't there. Damn you and your verbal repetition.
So let me get this straight: You just want to be left alone and Jen keeps hovering? Shocking! You're lucky Sam isn't there too. I'd say try the closet but that doesn't work either.
I SAY GOOD DAY!!!
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