...Teeth, that is. This morning I was injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected, and selected, as the song goes. Or rather, I was injected, and the next thing I remember clearly was looking up at the beaming face of my oral surgeon and not being able to feel anything at all between my nose and my chin. The novocaine, as inconvenient as it was (drooling blood in a supermarket parking lot is NOT one of the best ways to spend your morning), wore off far too soon, and I have spent the rest of the day taking Vicodin and whatever other prescription antibiotic I received while switching out ice packs and finding out the limits of my chewing capabilities, with a nap thrown in for good measure.

Wheeeeee!