I made it partway through microblogvember and then simply didn't speak of it again. Mostly that was because November is a busy month, leading up to finals and all. More and more students kind of realize that skipping all the assignments is Bad, and so the emails ramp up.
Anyway. I'm saying that to say this, that I had hoped to use microblogvember to get used to talking about myself again. Livejournal led me to be extremely whiny; Twitter trained me to speak less and less and to simply repost; academia hollowed out my confidence in talking about myself in writing, as I should be making cogent arguments
I've said all that to lead up to trying to actually talk about myself. I had my wisdom teeth out today. Reader, I am 40 years old. Shit sucks.
The surgeon asked why the hell I still had my wisdom teeth. And I'll tell you what I told him. When I was a teenager I was supposed to get them removed. But I got a throat infection or some such, and understandably, they couldn't operate with an active infection so close to the site. The problem was, by the time I saw my dentist again my wisdom teeth came out. They came out straight, so he left them alone.
As the surgeon said today, it's recommended you get them removed no matter what, because you simply can't clean them properly. And that's where I was at -- I had cavities forming back there. He also said apparently the roots come in over time, so if I'd had them out at 16 there wouldn't have been any roots and this would have been much easier on me.
So, uh, there's a PSA I guess; if you can get them out at the right age, do it.
Funny story: I just had a crown put in 2 weeks ago. Turns out a tooth was cracked, and was likely cracked for a couple of years. My dentist caught the damaged filling and replaced it, but not the damage to the tooth itself. So it's been a month, is the thing, it's been one hell of a month for my teeth especially.
Fun adult facts though: my dental insurance uses the actual year, not the fiscal year. I was going to be super fucked; my crown was scheduled for February. That would mean both procedures were on one year, and one would be entirely out of pocket. But since they got me in under the wire for the crown, on a cancellation, I saved a bunch of money. Huzzah.
I apparently was up and answering questions after anesthesia before my memory caught up. My partner told me she asked if I'd recited any poetry or songs this time (the first time I was ever under anesthetic I woke up singing "Clint Eastwood" by the Gorillaz.
I managed to recite the Orphic Hymn to Ares. It was Tuesday. And I did just have surgery I guess. So good for me.
I had a steady diet of rice in broth, popsicles, and youtube videos, and I mean that's fine. I'm not in too much pain (hahaaa percoset).
