I’ve been trying to figure out why this one tooth extraction is bothering me far more than I was bothered when I had all that massive oral surgery. I went back and read my journal –the paper one I keep on health stuff– and the answer became clear. I was mostly drugged out of my head on a variety of medications for almost three weeks. By the time I came out of that, a great deal of the healing was well under way.

Therefore, to save my husband and all my friends having to hear me whine about how I am sick to death of eating mushy stuff and feeling pain, I will now begin drugging myself with the pain pills and drift through the weekend in a pleasant and pain-free fog. I hate to do that, because the pain doesn’t seem all that bad, but I’m tired of being cranky and grouchy and whiny. At least when I’m on the pills I’m smiling and happy, which means my household will be peaceful. I’m sure Lin is tired of the whining, and it is a little out of character for me, but argh … it’s just enough pain to be bothersome and impossible to just ignore.

So if I post anything this weekend, you have been warned, I may be loopy and nonsensical. Not that I am not like that anyway, but you know, the drugs do make me worse. ;)