Yesterday afternoon I underwent dental surgery. Two rear molars had to be removed. I do not remember much about what happened. In fact, after I left the surgeon’s office, I have no memories of last night at all.
The surgeon told me that I would need two days minimum for recovery. And I can see why. When I woke up this morning I was mentally alert. But not ready for prime time. I had another falling down experience in the washroom. One moment I was standing, the next moment I hit the ground. Bit cross with myself as I am not able to move around independently and it was foolish for me to try as I am still recovering from the sedation as well as from the surgery. Fortunately, when I fell, I did not go down on my head. I took out a fair section of drywall with one elbow and gave the other elbow a good bruising.
The pain from the surgery is really, really intense. I am on some strong medications right now and they are doing the job. Getting some much needed calories into my system will be a challenge. I was able to take in a protein shake this morning. I won’t be chewing food for a while yet.
I have no idea whether this blog post is making any sense. For those of you concerned about my status, I am fine. I will try to relax over the next few days — not a strong point for me — and my wife, as always, is taking good care of me.
Oh, and no spinning on the bike for the next few days.