Things like surgery don't necessarily need to be all that painful nowadays. Turns out these days they hook you up to an I.V. and then hook up that I.V. to chemicals which, quite frankly, make it difficult for you to pay much attention to whats going on. And then they start hacking away for, what, ten minutes? Ten hours? I really have no idea. I do recollect that they had to keep reminding me to open my mouth, which suggests that at the time maybe I was a having a little trouble recalling exactly what the purpose of my visit was. Which was periodontal surgery.

Apparently there is- or at any rate there was- something defective with my periodon.

I've never been much of a drug enthusiast myself, but I had always sort of assumed that those who were found their preferred illicit substances to be fun, possibly even mind expanding. But with my newfound experience, I now can say that this is definitely the case: my previously held beliefs are confirmed! I mean if, of course, by "fun" and "mind-expanding" you mean "discovering that your tea's gone cold because you had clean forgotten that you'd made yourself some".

Lately I have been busy doing a pretty good impersonation of a chipmunk with a cheek full of nuts and exploring my new oral topography with my tongue. Tongues are marvelously sensitive instruments. I can sense every thread in every stitch. There are a lot of stitches.

Lately I feel like I'm Frankenmouth.