In the middle of the night I woke up struggling to remember what I had done last night. Had I taken that last antibiotic pill? Did I take my pain meds? Was there anything else I was supposed to do? After floundering around in the recesses of my brain for a little while I came to the conclusion that, yes, Den had made me take my pills before setting me to bed and that everything was taken care of. I fell back asleep.

This morning I awoke before my alarm. Becuase of the truck not starting for a while yesterday we ended up leaving a vehicle at my work, so a coworker was going to pick me up today on her way in. I figured it wasn’t a bad idea to start with, since there was a good chance I wasn’t going to be feeling up to driving today.

But there I was, wide awake at 8am, forgetting briefly why it was that I was supposed to be cautious today. Oh yes! The teeth. Right. I felt around with my tongue. Yep, they were definitely missing. I took inventory of my body. Nope, no pain.

I took some Ibprofren today before heading in, just in case, but all in all it appears to have been a moot point. I have no pain. I have no discomfort. Oh a little bit of bloody tastes sometimes, but that’s the extent of it. I did go a full 24 hours on only liquids, as I was instructed… but then I got bored of that and had some real food. Chips. Carefully. Then I came home and ate a wrap for dinner.

As far as things go, I think I’d prefer to do this again rather than have some more cavaties filled. Dental work is a LOT less stressful when I’m knocked out cold.

Mostly I feel relieved that it’s done with… one more thing down that I wanted to do before getting pregnant again. One step closer.