At 6:30 this morning (gag) I got up, put my contacts in the wrong eyes, took care of the morning ablutio0ns, put my contacts in the right eyes, and hit the road. It wasn't even light out when I left. But all was good. In spite of the early hour, I was headed off to have my sutures out. Yay.
After a month, my graft is in place and seems to be holding, and I'm sutureless. I can start flossing and brushing on the lower left again, and even chewing over there, although I still have to be a little careful with non-soft foods, which I take to be anything with edges, like chips or toast.
So then I took myself off for a hearty breakfast (Smitty's western skillet--fried breakfast potatoes, chopped sausage, red and green bell peppers and scrambled eggs, covered in hollandaise, yum), and now I'm at work. And expecting to fall face first into my keyboard.
You wouldn't think someone hopped up on five cups of coffee could be so sleepy, but here I am.
But at least I'm sutureless. I've got an appointment on Thursday for a massage, Tuesday for a haircut, week after for a check-in with my GI guy (he found something 'irregular' during my colonoscopy, but I'm figuring no one's colon is 'perfect'--like a CAT scan, there's always something odd). Then the first week in December I'm back at the periodontist's checking on the graft and then to the ophthamologist. Then in January I have my usual round of endocrinologist, dentist, and family doctor checks.
Egad. I'm certainly getting my money's worth out of the Canadian medical care system.