Seven days without blogging makes one week...

I am soooooo sorry for the delay in my blogging as of late. You see, I was enjoying my normal life on Wednesday last week when I said

"Hey, I miss my friend Dr Cutforth DDS. I think I will go see him."

So off I went to see the famous Dr C. He greeted me with a smile and a great big needle and plopped a tube of funny air on my nose and poked and prodded until I was numb with pleasure at my little visit. He wedged and pryed and with a suctiony *POP*POP*POP*POP* out came all four of my wisdom teeth. He stuffed me full of white cottony gauze and sent me on my drooling way with a bottle of pills for my trouble.

"ga by duc tur see!" I said as I left "fank you so mush!"

Off I was led by a chuckling boy who took me home and put me straight to bed.

"du I luc funny?"

I asked when he smiled.

"No, you look beautiful, chubby cheeks and all,"

he said with a grin.

"No i dawn't. Hey, no lafing. Dawn't luc at mey!"

I turned away with flushed and swollen cheeks.

A few hours later I had not had enough fun, so as the numbness wore off, my jaw started to throb. I sniffled and cried when the boy got home from work.

"This weally hurs"

I told him through soggy red gauze. He brought me some ice, applesauce and broth. I took some more pills and attempted to eat. I sucked up that broth and looked longingly at his spaghetti and meatballs.

For the next day or two I continued to eat soft and soggy foods, stuff that didn't require much chewing. I held ice packs to my cheeks and ate Popsicles and ice cream and slowly it got better.

It still hurts a little, even now I can feel it throbbing, but I remind myself daily that it could have been worse, and then I take some pain killers and try to smile as I eat my applesauce.