Post-Op: Choppy Choppy

Well.

My cyst gave up the fight way easy. It was quite the wimpy thing, despite it's horrifying appearance on the X-ray. According to my very bad-ass oral surgeon, instead of having invaded the jawbone like we thought, it was merely resting on top, like an evil, calcified Scrubbing Bubble. A couple choparoos with the bone chisel and that bad boy was out and in the specimen tray.

It appeared benign by all accounts; everyone was pleased and relieved. The surgery took less than 30 minutes and before I knew it, I was waking up out of bizarre, hallucinogenic dreams to a swirling view of the surgery room. The anesthesia was either lighter than any I have had or a different kind of drug - I have never remembered what was boiling around in my brain while out but this time I did. Orangey-brown mushroomy clouds erupted and roiled while bizarre happy music played in the background. Quite pleasant, although I much prefer being lucid and awake.

Here's a pic of me 90 minutes post-op: introducting 50% Patrick Swayze Girl!



And here's my most recent pic, 8 hours post op. I am going to have a fantastic bruise on my jawline tomorrow. Or what used to resemble a jawline and now looks more like a misshapen Zappos box jammed in my cheek.