Back at work. I guess it needed to happen eventually. I've still got that sick, slightly shaky feeling, which I hate, and I woke up this morning from a dream that I was back in high school and I'd forgotten my schedule. Why I use high school for my anxiety dreams I don't know. I had far spottier attendance in college. That's where the thing that features in a lot of my dreams - walking into the wrong class because I forgot what time it was - actually happened.
My mouth doesn't really hurt, except where I bit the hell out of it when I was still numb and didn't realize that was my cheek and I was doing damage, but I still can't really talk (or chew) comfortably. This is the part I was really afraid of - taking forever to recover, having a lot of time off and accomplishing nothing productive with it other than devouring sick days, etc. etc.
Neglected to mention that my mom and sister are on a school-arranged trip to Europe, which is why my father and eventual brother-in-law were having sushi together without any other members of the family. My own brother is off at his own place. He decided to compete with me in dental grief by getting his wisdom teeth infected (and maybe impacted, I'm not very clear on the details.) He always did have to one-up me...
Tim is eating an orange. EVIL. The smell yicks me out and the sight of somebody eating one is worse. Yes, now you know the truth. I'm an extremely squeamish robot, since I don't like anything humans like.
There's a surprising quantity of workplace change going on - I'm going to put all that in a locked post later on, if only to spare many of you. I tend to assume nobody browses while logged in. I guess that doesn't do any favors for those who do log in... well, that'll teach you. Log in and you are punished with my meanderings about my employment future.
My mouth doesn't really hurt, except where I bit the hell out of it when I was still numb and didn't realize that was my cheek and I was doing damage, but I still can't really talk (or chew) comfortably. This is the part I was really afraid of - taking forever to recover, having a lot of time off and accomplishing nothing productive with it other than devouring sick days, etc. etc.
Neglected to mention that my mom and sister are on a school-arranged trip to Europe, which is why my father and eventual brother-in-law were having sushi together without any other members of the family. My own brother is off at his own place. He decided to compete with me in dental grief by getting his wisdom teeth infected (and maybe impacted, I'm not very clear on the details.) He always did have to one-up me...
Tim is eating an orange. EVIL. The smell yicks me out and the sight of somebody eating one is worse. Yes, now you know the truth. I'm an extremely squeamish robot, since I don't like anything humans like.
There's a surprising quantity of workplace change going on - I'm going to put all that in a locked post later on, if only to spare many of you. I tend to assume nobody browses while logged in. I guess that doesn't do any favors for those who do log in... well, that'll teach you. Log in and you are punished with my meanderings about my employment future.
