Well, the teeth are out and safely secured in a little plastic baggie-type thing. One is actually smaller than the other. Not at all what I was expecting.
Also, my mouth and throat are swollen so that I can't really talk. I CAN take pills and that's a wonderful thing. They recommend taking the pain meds every six hours. I've been taking them every three. After all, I'm not drinking and I'm going anywhere, so what's the big deal?
As a result of my self-prescribed regime of drugs, it's been a very pleasant, if hazy, day. I watched the first six episodes of Sex and the City (season five), which I'd never seen before. I love Charlotte and Harry. I love Miranda and little Brady. I even love horny Samantha. Carrie still annoys me. Even high on the drugs. Figure that.