March 2, 2005
Copper tooth pin
As it turns out having a titanium pin drilled into your jawbone isn't all that bad. It is certainly better than 4 root canals on the previous molar and then having it cut in half and yanked out.
The procedure got done earlier than expected so I was sitting in a stupor in the dental chair. My cell phone started to ring. I got up and answered it. It was my brother asking me if I wanted to have lunch with him. I suggested we have lunch on Wednesday instead. I was still waiting for Andy to pick me up so I decided to call my metalurgist/web developer friend, Ivan to tell him what I had just been through. I thought it would be funny to tell him that they decided to install a copper pin instead of titanium. After taking a triple dose of tranquilizers it seemed like a pretty funny joke. He told me "no, I don't think they used copper. Titanium is the only metal the body won't reject." I hung up and later wondered what else we spoke about.
Finally Andy picked me up and I immediately went right to bed. I roused around 3pm just in time for Dr. Phil. A few hours later I even got up and made dinner and cleaned the kitchen. I looked so lively that Andy decided he could leave to get some work done.
I am so glad yesterday is behind me.
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March 1, 2005
exit light
I'm here. Blogging. And signing, "exit light, enter night...off to never never land." Will Michael Jackson be on the ranch when I come to?
And I'm off. And out. of. it.
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February 28, 2005
tooth
I can barely bring myself to type this... I'm having a tooth implant tomorrow morning. A titanium pin will be drilled into my jawbone. Oh someone save me. I have been instructed to take one tranquilizer now and three in the morning. I'm equally terrified of being that tranquilized. Perhaps I'll get sent back to the zoo where I really belong. I may wake up in a funny farm. What if the pills are really for elephants? It could kill me.
After all the cutting and stitching and crap I've had done to me in the last year at least I could have a nice pair of fake boobs or some liposuction. Instead I get a fake molar and a flabby tummy. (Britta was so worth the flabby tummy.)
Off to choke down tranquilizer number 1... If I blog tomorrow it will be a miracle.