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?