I don’t have much to say today, literally or figuratively.
My wisdom teeth were removed on Friday, a routine procedure that produced routine results: pain, swelling, discomfort, crankiness, confusion from The Kid, and concern from The Wife. It wasn’t necessarily my choice to have them pulled. Dr. Chris Pateras, the Official Dentist of Al Dente, had been nudging me to have them pulled since I started seeing him about five years ago. I put it off and put it off and put it off. They were not impacted but had been decaying.
And then on July 3, I had a bowl of Cracklin’ Oat Bran — a highly underrated, high-fiber cereal — for breakfast. I thought there was a hunk of cracklin’ oat stuck in the back of my mouth. I was wrong. Part of the upper right wisdom tooth was gone. I freaked mildly, swished my mouth with ice cold water (No pain!) and called my dentist. The receptionist paged him and returned my call to tell me that this is why he had been badgering all of these years to have them removed.
I wasn’t just going in for one tooth, so I decided to have them all out. It was more resignation than decision, but nonetheless they are gone. Deliveries of pudding, and Jell-O can be sent to:
Al Dente HQ
Syracuse, NY 13219
Anyhow, I’m not sure how much will be posted this week because I’m still struggling with solid food, not unlike my 9-month-old niece.