Had my surgery today. They cut a piece of tissue off from under the roof of my mouth and grafted it under existing tissue on my gum line at the front of my mouth (on my lower jaw). In case I haven’t already told you, after visiting the periodontist about my receding gum line, I was informed that the piece of tissue that connects your lip to your gum (on the bottom jaw) was connected way to high in my mouth. Instead of being attached to the soft muscle that moves your jaw, it was attached to the rigid gum that your teeth are rooted in. So, every single dentist visit, dental surgery, orthodontic work, and tooth brushing where my lip has been forcibly pulled down to access my bottom front teeth, I have actually been tearing away gum tissue.

And wouldn’t you know, the procedure to cut and replace this thing takes all of five minutes. But, the damage being done, I needed the graft.

So, got it done today (because I need to do it and get my wisdom teeth removed before Queens). The procedure was painless. They stuck one of those giant needles in five or six places, and then started cutting me up. I was worried because the periodontal assistant seemed to have no idea what the fuck she was doing. The periodontist would ask for tools, or suction, or whatever, and the assistant would stare blankly into space. And then she was talking about Michael Jackson. Hello? You’ve got blades and shit in my mouth. You’re dangling hooks with stitches on them near my eyeballs. Pay attention to what the fuck is going on.

This surgery was also an ordeal because I cannot swallow pills (one of those weird things about me, like the not drinking pop thing). So, they gave me a nice big bottle of codeine to use. I have taken two swigs already, and I’m looking forward to a third helping in a few minutes to get me through the night.

Hopefully the pain is gone by Monday. We’ll see. I’d hate to still be in agony and drugged up while attending lectures…have enough trouble focusing as it is, with such a sexy sexy woman beside me all the time. ;) Since you’re reading this over my shoulder Katie. Tsk tsk tsk.

Anyway, there you go. Consider yourself updated.