Recuperating

So a week ago today I had a molar extracted. I think I wrote about the reasons for the extraction a month or so ago. (Short version: resorption.) I had talked myself into thinking it was a fairly minor procedure, and indeed it was a fairly minor procedure. Nonetheless it was a minor procedure that involved wrenching a large tooth out of its socket, and on top of my ongoing cold it left me feeling pretty wiped out the next day. I took ibuprofen for three days, and even as late as yesterday morning I woke up feeling a little achey in that region of the jaw. Today, no discernible pain, and I brushed the lone-standing rear molar without much discomfort, although I was careful about it.

Anyway, sometime in June I'll return to the periodontist to have an implant put in, and then sometime after that I'll have a crown attached to the post. Meanwhile, my tongue keeps searching the gap anxiously.

The weekend was fairly social for a recuperating old recluse, with a Chunga meeting on Saturday and yesterday a hike around Magnolia and a visit to Mulleady's Oirish Pub with my friend Jay. Very nice pub, with a good selection of beer including Dogfish Head's India Brown Ale, which I'd never had on tap. In the evening I saw Spring Breakers, which was a total satirical hoot, as advertised. James Franco chews the scenery with his gleaming golden teeth. If only he'd been given this gangsta role in The Great and Powerful Oz!

I'm still sniffling and congested. It was two weeks ago today when I started coming down with this cold. Still, I've got most of my energy back now, and the cold really didn't slow me down much this weekend.