My surgeon estimates my recovery from surgery should be completed in July. Then phase two begins. Phase two is when the hardware (in my jaw) is prepared to support dentures. Frankly, I am not sure what that entails, and I don’t want to know at this point.
I do know that the teeny dose of opiate in my new Rx did go through and was available at the pharmacy. Unfortunately, a different Jodi got them. Not me. My dear hubby spent all day yesterday trying to pick them up, and they weren’t there. By the time the snafu was figured out, I am sure hubby needed to medicate as much as I did.
When I saw the dentist last week, he had a cold. Now, I have a cold. Fever, chills, cough, and stuffed nose are minor symptoms, but when you add in a trying-to-heal jaw – it is misery. I am not blaming the dentist or the pharmacy for this mess. The “mess” is something that has followed me most of my adult life. If you have been reading this blog for a while, you know about the messy travel I experience. Some of it is humorous (even to me, years later.)
No venting, ranting, or even complaining today. It is a cloudy and rainy day, the kind to curl up by the fire and read or craft or watch old movies. I may do all of the above. Or none. I have a ton of household chores to do. I have asked hubby to vacuum, and he just said Uh-huh. Our vacuum is too big and heavy for me to use this week. I am also not allowed to bend over a lot – I don’t know why, but it did get me out of the post-snow poopy scooping this year. A pleasant surprise perk of this whole deal.
I would like to share some images that have made me smile, even in the worst of times.
Thank you for reading my blog!