Tooth #16

Got my tooth extracted last Tuesday. Upper right molar tooth, I guess. Not really a front liner or customer-facing, in terms of job.

Seems a bit weird talking and eating. I feel like my lips are no longer aligned. Well, it isn’t really a feeling, I know it for a fact because when I look in the mirror, I see my right lip corner sloping down.

It’s really weird.

Anyway, in 2 weeks’ time, I will have a temporary dental crown, while they’re getting my permanent crown made. Maybe by then, my bite will return and my lips will become aligned once more.

Oh, by the way, since I can’t hold baby Marc for a few weeks, it’s so frustrating that sometimes I even want to cry. I’m not allowed to carry baby Marc because the weight might make me bleed a lot. Because I bleed a lot. Even during the extraction. More so after, even at rest.

The best part was I get to eat ice cream after the extraction. Yay!

I had the whole half gallon to myself.

I ate the ice cream in front of the TV, with legs on top of a table. Oh, the life!

After 2 days, back to reality.

Back to work.

Oh! The life…

it’s me,

figliarina lacrimosa