Bone graft. There. I said it. For the next two days I’m doing everything to prepare for a short period when I won’t be in any shape to anything, when I will be laying on the couch in agony, unable to function. I’ve been working and cleaning and doing the laundry. I’ve also been swimming every day because I won’t be able to swim for a week.
Unlike my first bone graft, this time I know exactly what I am in for. On the one hand, I don’t want to exaggerate it. The pain is manageable, and while I hate the swelling and looking horrifying for a month (yes, it takes that long although I realize most people won’t notice it like I do) in terms of bad life things, it barely counts. On the other hand though, the needles, slicing open a large area inside my mouth, the blood, my anxiety, fear, pain, I mean, ugh. Just … ugh.
This was yesterday, sitting out in front of the laundry. Pretty much everyone was absorbed in their phone. Not a criticism, by the way. The internet, and people, are absorbing. I love text messages.