A Reprieve of Sorts

I was supposed to undergo surgery today to get the titanium screws for my dental implants inserted into various places in my jaw bones... an event I've been looking forward to for about a year now. "Looking forward to" is understatement, Gentle Reader, as I've been longing for a good steak for over a year now... and the culmination of my Adventures in Modern Dentistry will enable me to indulge that desire. So, there's that anticipation. But there's also a certain amount of dread involved as well. Oral surgery ain't no picnic, even given the fact that the administration of World Class Drugs means no pain during the procedure itself. As a matter of fact, one undergoes general anesthesia... which means you're well and truly OUT for about four hours, less recovery time. One also remains loopy for about ten hours after you wake up, and that's not all that bad... all things considered. It's the week or so after the procedure that's rather unpleasant... but it's the price one pays, eh?

But. We DID say we got a reprieve, didn't we? The call came in at oh-dark-thirty this morning, about five minutes before my alarm went off. My dentist was taken ill last evening and had to cancel today's appointments. So... I accepted the cancellation and rescheduling with mixed emotions. On the positive hand... the day's normal amount of coffee was brewed and consumed with great pleasure (one must be caffeine-free on the day of the procedure) and Happy Hour will proceed apace this afternoon. On the proverbial other hand... we'll have to go through the (very minor) pre-op angst yet again next week.

But we MOST definitely can live with that. Oh yes... we CAN.

(No... there weren't any runway models involved in today's reprieve. I just liked the image. A lil too thin for my tastes, but pleasing, nonetheless.)