This morning my third baby tooth was extracted.
(I still have one baby tooth left, the one I had been unfairly blaming for the pain on the lower right side of my jaw. That baby tooth looks like it can stay awhile.)
Having a baby tooth extracted is a different experience than having a molar (especially a molar that really, really hurts and is cracked to the root) pulled.
Yet, the Novacaine still has to wear off. A blood clot still has to form. There's still a wound in my mouth.
And so I am going to take the rest of the day off and stay on the couch as much as possible. I'm thinking of watching a silly movie before Remy gets home.
Today isn't a day to get much done. And so I will embrace that not-getting-things-done.