I’m surprised to find that I’m still knocked out from yesterday’s periodontal surgery. I always forget the depressing effect that surgery has on the bodily system as a whole — surprisingly so, in this case, because as surgeries go, this was nothing: a couple of hours in the chair, a molar implant in the right lower jaw, and gum reflection with extended blasting and jackhammering in the upper left. I figured I’d be right as rain this morning, with nothing more than some lingering discomfort — but when I got up to go to work, with jaw throbbing, the old mule just balked. I collapsed back into bed, where I slept until 2:15 in the afternoon. I can still barely shift from place to place, and I expect I’ll tumble back into the sack again shortly.
I’ve had several surgeries over the years, all of them orthopedic work (Achilles-tendon and ACL repairs, etc.) and this is what happened after each of those too. I was surprised though, that the mechanism would kick in for something as minor as this. But kick in it did, in spades; I guess the body just insists on devoting all available resources to damage control. If you’ve ever seen a hurt animal, you’ll have seen them doing the same thing — finding an out-of-the way place to curl up and lie motionless — and that’s all I’m good for today.
So no post today.