Dry Socket and Other Scary Things

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't come up with two scarier words: dry socket. I'll make this part of the post brief--I had all four of my wisdom teeth out on Friday. I am an utter failure at doing pain/blood/needles etc, so I opted to be put under. Dry socket is--for those of you blessedly unaware of tooth extraction recovery--when the blood clot forming over your Gaping Wound of Former Tooth departs prematurely leaving, you guessed it, a DRY SOCKET.

I'm not saying I have a dry socket (and attendant exposed nerve/bone/pain), but I am increasingly paranoid that one of my sockets is not healing right. The internet, I'm afraid, is not my friend here, because have you ever Googled for images of "dry socket". Please, don't.

In any case, three good things have come in the aftermath of Tooth Extraction Friday the 13th (hey, it was easier to get an appointment that day):

• Free gelato courtesy of my darling daughter's place of employment (staff get free gelato on Sundays because the shop's closed Mondays and they make it fresh daily. Celine Kiernan and I had a good time discussing what the difference between gelato and ice cream is, because all I got is air, temperature, and fat...as usual).
• Lots and lots of Masterchef Australia. My God, why can't the American one be as good? In MCAus we get Heston Blumenthal being kind and wise while teaching us how to scramble eggs properly. In MCAmerica we get Ramsay yelling that he wants something "stunning" ad nauseum, and Bastianich spitting food out his wee pinched mouth. I'll give that limey bastard something stunning all right. Ever heard of dry socket, Gord?
• Enough time to get re-acquainted with Twitter, FB and various friends thereon. And to make a post. And maybe to write a little bit.

Honestly, is this what it takes? Several holes in my jaw, plus exposed nerves and bone, to slow the hell down enough to write? Lesson learned. In the meantime, I'm going to have some cappuccino gelato. It's going to be stunning.