So, if you missed it in the comments thread from yesterday, I did indeed have that wisdom tooth yanked. It was neither horrible nor a cakewalk. I didn’t even get to choose between nitrous and the big K.O., ’cause he just went with novocaine — it was, apparently, “an easy one,” although it sure didn’t feel like that when he was wresting my tooth from my head, while I was completely awake and not even slightly stoned. The whole procedure took less than a minute, and I stopped him and asked for more anesthetic in the middle. Did I mention I’m a big baby?
Aaanyway. It seems to be healing well already, and I’ve even traded Vicodin for Advil today, so I’m reasonably lucid. Still cranky and owie, though, so I may not post anything of interest.
Which is fine, because A) I see a draft by one of my co-bloggers sitting in the dashboard here, and B) I think you all should go read Natalie’s post at Not a Pretty Girl in response to The Rotund’s and my rants yesterday. She was taking us to task, which is never fun, but she made a lot of great points — especially about where fatter fatties fit into fat acceptance.