March madness

Oral surgery and the accompanying medication that I probably should not have taken still kicking my butt today.
​Be advised -- in my humble opinion, after this ordeal -- when a medical professional advises you to have a certain procedure and/or prescribes medication for something, you don't necessarily have to follow orders blindly.
Take it from me -- ask some questions first.
​If I had asked what one of the medications was all about, I'm pretty sure I would not have taken it. 
​On top of some nasty side effects from some very innocent-looking little round pills, I noticed for the first time this morning some horrendous bruising on the inside of my right elbow, where an apparently marginally competent dental assistant or whatever drew a bunch of blood from my arm at the onset of last Wednesday's appointment.
Drawing blood at the dentist?
​It's a part of the procedure they use to mix with bone graft particles or something to aid the healing as part of this dental implant procedure that I underwent.
​I found this out when the nice lady asked me which arm I prefer blood drawn from, and started wrapping a rubber tube around my bicep. I asked her what this was for, and THEN she explained things, which I remembered from my last dental implant years ago.
Note to medical personnel -- it's OK to explain what is going on to patients. In my case, this information will not freak me out. Knowing what is going on will make me feel better and more relaxed.
​Anyway, so now, I'm sitting watching some NCAA basketball, and waiting for these nasty drugs to leave my system.
Live and learn.
I did somehow manage an excellent vaulting session this morning, in which I made a lot of progress on some technique I've been wanting to improve.
So all is not lost on the training front.
​What did you do today?