I am both relieved to just have it over with and dreading the healing process at the same time. I have been preparing myself for this surgery for over a year, but to have a consult and the specialist to want to do the surgery two days later was a little daunting. My mouth is going to be a mess of stitches and cuts and wire, and then possibly braces at the end of all of this magical little rainbow. But at least it will be over. I never thought when I got my tongue pierced at 17 that it would cost me thousands later in life. While I am sure that I could have been diligent when I knew something was wrong, I can't change it now. So bone and tissue grafts tomorrow. Thank God it's only in one spot and not my whole mouth.
So I am nervous - I don't do well with anesthesia, or coming out of it - and Jerod is going to be home with me on Wednesday when the evil kicks in after I wake up. Couldn't have picked a better victim.
We will see how the magic of vicodin works for me. Apologies in advance if I drug text you. :)
Here is to celebrating my new lisp from the wire holding my teeth in place as a pre-surgery precaution...
