"It looks like filet mignon."

The good news: I got my dental implants yesterday!

The bad news: I got my dental implants yesterday.

Punctuation matters.

I don't think I can talk about it yet. I will say, for now, that it was a wonderful experience. It means a lot to me when dentists acknowledge how hard and traumatic this is, especially when you have anxiety and have been treated terribly by dentists in the past.

I have also learned from my mistakes.

1.  Pain medicine is to be filled in the city you have your surgery in. 
2. Anxiety is to be talked about beforehand. 
3. Probiotics are to be taken when you're on antibiotics, especially when your digestive system has a mind of its own.
4. PTs are okay to consult with when you have no idea how to handle your body when you're on antibiotics. In fact, they want to help. 

First world problem whine:

Do you have any idea how many uses your face, your mouth and your teeth have? You don't realize how much you need those until something goes wrong.

I sleep with my face buried in my pillow. I can't do that when anything touching my face literally feels like it's trying to murder me.

I put make-up on this morning. It felt like I was trying to murder my own face.

I stepped outside to let my dogs out, and the cold air felt like it was beating the crap out of my face.

Eating breakfast with stitches on both sides of your mouth? This whole process is stupid. I have to eat in order to take medicine to make me feel better, but eating hurts and taking medicine without eating makes me toss my cookies.

It's a vicious cycle.

I am strong for doing this.

After it was over (2 hours!), my dentist made a point to talk to me about anxiety.

She also made it a point to tell me that this is a really traumatic experience to go through.

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The stupid thing about dental anxiety is that you can't avoid appointments. You just end up making your problems worse when you avoid it.

These are my anxiety ridden, very very sleepy thoughts at the moment.

I'll end with this.

After my dentist finished the first implant, she looked at it and said it was beautiful.

She said: "It looks like filet mignon."

I cried, gagged, and tried really hard not to throw up on everyone.

That's life.