Samhain Waxing Thanksgiving Moon
Woke up on a blue plastic couch, a bit chilly. A woman filled a syringe, I could see her through a small window. There was a slight fog in my perception, a kind of garbling to my thought, courtesy of the versid and fentanyl. Took me a moment to orient myself, feel the gauze on my right, filling up my mouth, giving me an overfull sensation. A bit later a nurse took my blood pressure, put me in a wheel chair and wheeled me to the elevator then down to Kate who waited in the truck.
Back home now with pain meds. The teeth came out smoothly which lessens the risk of complications. A good thing. Vicodin and ibuprofen for the rest of the day, a bit hazy as the day progresses.
Glad it’s over with and will be even gladder when the healing process finishes.
