I have been on house arrest for three days now right after my minor oral surgery last Tuesday. As a fourth timer, I thought the operation would be all pressure and no pain procedure but I was dead wrong. My surgeon was just warming up with the whole process and I was already crying continuously. Local anesthesia wasn't enough, so my dentist got enough tissue to test, and then it was wrap up stitching time. Three days after, I'm still on a French dining experience, with knife and fork as my armor in my battle with eating very little pieces.
