I’m home from work today (had to have my four second molars pulled in preparation for some gum surgery that I’m also not looking forward to). I thought I’d be out for a few hours and then be alble to enjoy the time out of the office, but it didn’t work out like that. I went in for surgery at 9:30 a.m. and didn’t get out of bed until 5:30 p.m. I vaguely remember beeing wheeled to my car, driven home, and put in bed. Gina has played nurse maid to me ever since. The pain meds are starting to wear off. I can tell it’s not going to be pleasant from here on out.
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