Feb 13 2008
I’m good to go
I trekked to the Park Avenue for my implant on a snowy day, a last minor procedure. Dr. Moss was very happy with his creation, exclaiming, “how nice .. look at it .. It’s worked ..” Did I mention that he put some real bone, contained in a tiny jar - from died human - or I heard it wrong? For some reason, I felt depressed, although I didn’t lose any blood. Pumpkin gave me a huuuuge hug when I got home, that’s so comforting. They both fussed around me as if I’m sick or disabled - only two stitches. I bought three green color mint lip glosses and two more pots - I’m weird. Woman in love or pregnant (ok, I never craved for fried ice cream over tuna with soy sauce, just to set record straight) acts irrational, woman in pain/distress does the same too :))). Dr. Moss didn’t bother to give me any pain killer, only antibio for 6 days, told me that I’m good to go, to see my dentist. Oh ,lord, more dentist.