Woof!

Happily, life goes on even with surgical hooks. The bottom one is still being a pain but I'm managing. Thank you, my friend Wax. I'm having problems with eating in public. I thought eating with braces was bad enough but having hooks is worse. They are food magnets. With braces, I can brush and floss and rinse...and I still will have some little chunk of something appear later on. Yay, snacks! Ewww.  Hooks grab and hold onto everything right from the start. Yesterday I had pizza. I shall not elaborate.

Note to self: Avoid celery.

I feel like I did before I went into labour with my son. The "nursery" is  complete and this "baby" is ready for surgery. I've done my shopping, prepared some food, and my room is set up. I have one last meeting with the oral surgeon on Thurs. This is the big one where I get to ask questions.

Here's a funny story about my OS. Last time I saw him, he looked in my mouth and wiggled my jaw around. He patted me on the head and said, "Good girl!". Hanging around dogs too much, buddy? Just think, in a month, I'll have learned how to beg for food too. "Give me solid food! Give me solid food! Pleeeeeeeease!"

Speaking of dogs, I wonder if our dog will recognize me when my face is all swollen. She doesn't always recognize me when I change my coat. She's a  Bear dog and her natural instinct is to go after bears. She goes crazy when I put my big brown winter coat on.  My friend told me a look like a Sasquatch in it. (I'm choosing to take that as a compliment).  What is the dog going to do when it is still my body but I have a pumpkin for a head?

Thank goodness we didn't get a pumpkin dog :)