Oral surgery, People!
Not great. I think the procedure went fine. They had to rip a tooth out of my head. A dead molar with a crown on it. An old root canal was rotting.
I am very glad I decided to be out of it during the process. It would’ve been a fucking nightmare to be awake for. I walked to the dentist's office at six in the morning. They sat me in the chair and laid out the most nightmarish tray of tools. I couldn’t even imagine what some of them did. They hit me with an IV and I went out. I felt like I was half awake here and there. Enough to know that there was also a local anesthetic at work as well. Numb.
When I came to, Kit was there to pick me up. I was in the come down room, as I’m going to call it. When you’ve been sober as long as I have you have to really appreciate a freebie. I had a good buzz on from the anesthesia. I was waiting in that room totally relaxed and loopy. Kit came in and sat with me. Then the doctor came in to tell me what I needed to do. He gave me gauze, and told me how and what I could eat. I was barely listening. All I was thinking was this guy is a buzzkill. I hope Kit is getting all this because I’m just going to enjoy my high.
So, now I have a lonely molar in the back of my mouth with no buddy and a hole. I guess it’s a waiting game until I get the implant. See how the graft grows.
I was given a prescription for some pain killers. Like, the good stuff. Again, as a sober guy, a freebie is always welcome. Sadly, I was only in enough pain to take one once. Now, I have to get them out of my house. I’m okay. Seriously.
Today I talk to Flea about being Flea and the RHCP. On Thursday I have a great talk with Guy Torry about the evolution of Phat Tuesdays and its impact on Black show business and his new doc about it. Great talks.
Enjoy!
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Love,
Maron
