Not Thinking About Much Else

So I had my appointment with the oral surgeon. It’s going to be a short week. Wednesday morning at 8am pacific time I’m going under the knife. It’ll be the first time I’ll ever wear a pulse-oximeter so it matters for my healthcare. I like the Doc. Have a good thought, or a prayer, whilst I’m getting teeth forcibly extracted from my head.

The new job is very understanding about the whole thing, and I’ll be taking it way easy starting Wednesday and through the end of the weekend.

Onward.