I took the day off.
I've been putting off a minor foray into dental surgery for about two years now--but in time, tooth 24 (front and center) had decided to bother me to the point where I had to do something.
The first dentist was the yanker. He took the tooth out.
The second dentist was the filler. He put an artificial tooth in.
Along the way, I was poked, prodded, anesthetized, codeined and otherwise knocked out.
It wasn't exactly debilitating but on doctor's orders, I stood in bed.
So for the next few months or so, say till around Christmas, I will be visiting these various dentists. They're trying to grow back some bone so they can do a proper implant. But who knows if time and tide have obviated that potentiality. If, like an old gnarled oak, I no longer have the capacity for regeneration, and instead, will only grow more mottled and wizened as the months pass.
We can only hope my jaw will heal itself, lest I stomp along or chomp along like Ahab on well-trod whalebone.
That'll shake the cobwebs out of your brain, or the dust from between your teeth.