Oral surgery last week. Tooth exploded and the quack talked me into an implant (titanium stud with attached crown). So far so good. To provide a good foundation for the stud they filled the area of my jaw with cadaver bone (ground up nicely). I was like, ok, whatever, just make it stop hurting. Next day wife (she's a nurse) thought the dog had crapped. She finally localized the odor to me. Yes, I have zombie breath. Follow-up with the quack today: "Yes, that's the cadaver bone, it may emit an odor until the jaw completely heals." I guess I'm not getting any for a while. Just wanted to share. No pictures but if you want I can post a smell-o-rama. What?
oh joy. I've succeeded. Dayton's foot was a hard standard but I think I've surpassed even that. Imagine how I feel now I realize what I paid for?
I have no sense of it at all. Other than the look of horror I get from her when I try to give her a kiss. Being a nurse and all, dealing with oozing pus filled wounds on a regular basis you'd think she could chin-up and bear it.
What is the street value for percocet? The IV sedatives were to die for (I think Micheal Jackson did). The resident nurse says my zombie breath is on the wane.