Monday was not a Fun day

I wore my good shoes for the occasion

This past Monday, I paid a visit to ye ol' oral surgeon, participating in a minor surgical operation that happened to involve my face. @thepipebit, a friend of mine on
Twitter, can skip ahead to the next paragraph instead of learning what the definition of an apicoectomy is since yesterday I posted a link for him that explained the procedure. Now, for the rest of you to understand what I am ranting about click on this word: apicoectomy so that you may learn about the procedure I endured Monday.

All of this went into my face

After some prodding by my girlfriend, I paid a visit to the dentist whom I've not seen for quite some time (I know, my fault) to have a check up and cleaning. The most annoying thing about having your teeth cleaned is having to bite the chomp while wearing a lead blanket to protect me from kryptonite x-rays, but in this case it was this very situation that potentially saved me from a lot of pain and suffering. The x-ray turned out to show a dark area in my jaw, a hole slowly being eaten away by bacteria, sort of like how bodies slowly digest after being tossed into the the Sarlac pit by Jabba the Hutt from Return of the Jedi.

The infection in my jaw was roughly the size of a blueberry, not to be mistaken for a Boo Berry, that hard to find monster cereal and character who runs the streets along side Franken Berry and Count Chocula while at the same time tasting delicious. This infection flowed out of my jaw and swam through my blood stream menacing my body, meaning that
I have basically been sick for multiple years straight. So with the potential life altering knowledge I now possessed, I set up my appointment with the Oral Surgeon (Ha, I wrote oral) to have my face fixed.

Yes, that is my real x-ray

Skipping ahead, I'm now laying under the Oral Surgeon who numbed my face to the point where I could have been hit in the face with the bat of a loan shark collecting money from someone trying to allude him and I probably would have felt nothing, not unlike someone raging the hell out on PCP. Patiently laying in the operation chair, my gum line was sliced open and my jaw was then drilled to the point where I could smell the burning of bone (ironically, this made me hungry). The entire procedure (which you know about since you read the definition link above) went rather quick and before I knew it the slicing, dicing and the drilling of my face ended with my gums being stitched up. Dazed and feeling nauseous,
I was expelled back out on the street ready to go and fill my prescription.

Duane Reed's pharmacy is like an inner city Mc Donald's, neither have any sense of urgency when it comes to serving your order. An hour slipped by before I could pick up my medicine and even think about taking any of the pain killers that were prescribed to me, eventually I was accommodated and any discomfort and pain was soon relieved. The rest
of my evening involved watching television hopped up on pain killers as time slipped away, while I packed and unpacked the gauze in my face that was collecting the blood that was leaking from my now tender jaw.

With pain accompanied by a swollen face I took the following day off to rest and recuperate
from work, that place we all have to unfortunately go to Monday to Friday in order to sustain any sort of normal life and pay for procedures like the one I just wrote about. I slept most of the day, ate a lot of soft food and discovered again that day time television is rather terrible, although I did get to watch a Champions league game between Real Madrid vs. Tottenham Hotspurs. Also, I have learned that green tea has surpassed vanilla as my favorite ice cream flavor.

Now that this ordeal is mostly over with the exception of the healing process, I now have to sit and wait four months to see if this minor operation truly worked or not. Cross your fingers and wish me luck!