Obituary

Cheating again on the A-Z schedule, because no O word has inspired me so far and we're on the last lap of the challenge. Posting this exactly ten days after the O-day.

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I had two of my teeth removed today - the first premolars on the upper and lower jaw of the right half of my mouth. Unlike what many made it out to be, the process wasn't painful. Well, the anaesthetic injections did hurt a wee bit but the Actual Act of Teeth Extraction felt merely like a hard tug. The aftermath was problematic.

It took more than an hour for the anaesthetic to wear off, during which I had a persistent feeling that my lips had swollen up. Several times, I ran to the mirror to make sure this hadn't happened. Then, of course, there was the business of changing blood-soaked cotton wads stuck in the gaping hole. Even worse was the anaesthetized half of my mouth refusing to move the way I wanted it to. The experience put me on a whole new level of understanding grandad's frustration with his inability to move his limbs after he was paralyzed. 

By evening, I was decidedly cranky. To take my mind off things, I rushed to take refuge in the virtual world (where else?) and switched on the computer. That was when lightning struck.

Or the moment when I muttered "You are officially nuts", and went on to open GIMP to create this:

Yes, I made an obituary for the premolars that had to be taken out so that my Hermione-esque front teeth would have space to move inside. I had way too much fun with this. It was unexpectedly therapeutic as well.