Been out of commission a couple days. Had my lower wisdom teeth pulled. Surgery went well (for all I knew; I had headphones, listening to the likes of Jim Morrison, Otis Redding, and the Yardbirds), but came out of it doing the full-blown chipmunk cheeks.
Totally numb lower jaw, right before dinner. Had to set beverage glass on lower lip while watching self in mirror to teach myself to drink. Hours later than usual, dinner was chopped pasta noodles and pesto, chewed in front.
Am healing. All in all, very glad that’s over. And why are they called wisdom teeth, anyway?