When you are first born your parents dote over every monumental "first" in your life. First tooth, first solid food, first word, and in fact, to make the most out of my first step I waited until my first birthday to take it so as to make the occasion even more special. Sadly, after 27 years it is with dread and fear that I am experiencing yet another first in my life, my first frenectomy.
While at first glance it appears as if I am having half of my brain removed, alas, it is a "simple" oral surgery. (ha) Simple oral surgery to you, excruciating pain to me. The Dr. will mercilessly pillage my tender gums with his saber all the way down to my crisp white bone under the guise of preserving what little precious gum tissue I have left. Even more sad is the fact that this surgery is a precursor to yet another surgery...we will talk about that at a later date...it deserves its own post.
Apparently along with an old soul I also have old gums. So this Tuesday I will make the journey to my trusty periodontist so that he can dope me up with novocaine and slice me open. Pray for me and if the thought crosses your mind send some broth my way.
I'll have to send you some "virtual" broth this time. I'll fix the real stuff for the next surgery.
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