Not As Bad As This Time Last Year

Tomorrow I'm having gum graft surgery. And by tomorrow I mean in about seven hours. I'm awake at 11:30 on a Monday night because what am I going to do all day tomorrow after having the roof of my mouth sliced open and pasted to my lower gums but SLEEP. Well that and cry. I keep telling myself that this is not going to be that bad, not nowhere NEAR as bad as the mouth surgery I had last summer. Still, I'm managing to be kind of a drama queen about the whole thing, stocking up on every kind of soft food imaginable and demanding that the boy and I have a looooong phone conversation "one last time" like I'll be rendered mute from here on out because of this surgery. I spent the last few days eating like my life depended on it. Today I had a big pancake breakfast, chicken enchiladas for lunch, enough ice cream to drown a small child, a bowl of my most favorite crunchy cereal, nachos and chips and salsa and queso and a margarita, and about seven hundred glasses of water because the oral surgeon said it would be better if I were hydrated. I might not be able to grow gum tissue or avoid cavities to save my life but if there is one thing I'm good at it is hydrating. I'm back in Texas for a visit that purposefully coincided with getting this surgery because while I'm sure the boy would be a fine caretaker, my mom and dad spent the majority of last summer feeding me through 1/4 inch rubber tubing while I looked at them woefully and whimpered. We've got this whole oral surgery thing down to an art. Wish me luck!