The tooth extraction was a breeze. Lydocaine and laughing gas made it easy. The doctor did a little bone grafting (bone from a cadaver--no DNA he assured me) and I was stitched up and sent on my way. Eventually I took some tylenol, but it didn't hurt much. I asked for the gold back since Marty might be able to make me earrings from it.
The physical therapy appointment was interesting. All these years I thought I had a rotater cuff injury but I don't. I have very tight pectorals which restrict my movement. To get my strength back, I need to stretch these muscles, which is why I'll go to a number of PT sessions. Also, my ribs don't move much when I breathe normally, so I have to work on deep breathing. The therapist expected to find tenseness in my neck but didn't.
My new PROSE lenses with the higher prescription arrived and I wore them yesterday. I can see much better but they still fog up from debris, which I can whisk away with a q-tip and some saline. Don't try this on the subway.