I am toothless! I am no longer wise! Okay, I have one less tooth than I had about 48 hours ago, and I was never terribly wise to begin with, so I guess it’s not so dramatic after all.

I survived my wisdom tooth extraction. The oral surgeon only took one of the wisdom teeth and not, as I was expecting, all three that I have (I only have three apparently - there is a God). Actually, I was hoping that he would take all three because I had bought into the idea that it was better to have them all done at once so it was all over with and you wouldn’t have to go through the ordeal again and again. WRONG! I am now thanking my lucky stars that I agreed to have just one taken out. At least only one side of my mouth is out of commission for a while.

Not that it was sooo horrible or that I was or am in terrible pain. The procedure itself was predictably icky (my little tooth did not want to leave my little jaw), but it didn’t hurt. And even afterwards it didn’t really hurt. I got some strong ibuprofen to take, and aside from a bit of an aching lower jaw, I can’t complain about anything. The left side of my face is barely swollen (if you didn’t know me, you wouldn’t notice that my cheek is a tiny bit puffier than usual). I was in the doctor’s office at 9, out by about 10:30, and by two o’clock the Novocain was wearing off and other than the fact that I was starving, I felt quite okay. But the discomfort of having one impacted wisdom tooth taken out was enough to make me think that having more than one tooth - or at least the teeth on more than one side - taken out at one time would be a lot more misery than I would be willing to put up with. And believe me, I’m no wimp.

So I’ve been living on pureed soups and apple sauce and yogurt and cream of wheat. As much as I love soup - and I do love soup - I am craving something solid. I’m afraid I’m just going to pounce on the next cheese sandwich I see Jeremy eating.

But all is well, I’m alive and kicking, things are moving along, the sun is shining, life is grand.

Well, pretty much. If you’re wondering about The Interview, go check out the entry by the same name . It was just too long and convoluted for a journal entry.

I’m off to puree something.