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I like dental visits. Usually. Except for yesterday's visit. As a result of breaking a molar tooth late last week I was booked in to see an oral surgeon. He recommended extraction. Thirty minutes and three stitches later, I walked out, my mouth packed with gauze. Bless pain killers!
I am spending today on the couch, sipping luke-warm tea, coffee and soup from a straw. Writing this through a haze of codeine-induced stupor. I hope I will be okay by the time Nanowrimo and Nanowrimo-Lame-Oh (as hosted by the inspirational Andrea from acatofimpossiblecolour) starts.
Now though, back to sleep.
Until next time...
