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Currently, I am under the influence of a prescribed drug to reduce the output of pain from my mouth. Oxycodone is settling in my body and getting buddy-buddy with the energy packets of pain that are swimming around. I assume that the drug is being offered as a grand distraction for these pain packets, per se, and perhaps offering them a grande vaudeville show. I would like a vaudeville show about now.

All four of my wisdom teeth were removed yesterday morning. I recall only a few moments of the operation. Apart from walking into the office, taking off my glasses, sitting into the chair, and entirely ignoring the IV, I remember only one comment that was made.

The doctor who was to perform surgery had just inserted the IV while I masqueraded my wincing with a tense stare upwards. After he said “all done” or something, I let out a deep breath and just let myself get comfortable in the chair. The doctor then said, “you’re doing great right now”. I could feel the anesthesia going into my arm and immediately dulling my senses so I hurried to make some last memory before it all began. “Does the general population usually do much worse than this, at this point, I mean?” I don’t even remember his reply, I was gone in just a few seconds. In fact, I have no recollection of any surgery. I have staggered memories of leaving the office and crawling into bed.

Once the anesthesia wore off, I was having no fun. When I’m sick or in pain, I get angry. That is the best descriptor. It is a type of anger that makes me short-tempered or quickly exhaustible. I’m glad that day of anger is over. Now, the next day, I am mentally here and my cheeks are challenging the girth of former president Chester A. Arthur. Apart from not being able to keep my promise to meet up with friends prior to Christmas, I don’t really mind the day-long rests. But with holiday foodstuffs getting very close to their pinnacle display, I want to be healed. Please. Apple sauce is only so satisfactory.

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