I can talk, but it hurts. My good friend, the MILSURPWRITER, half jokingly suggested that I use a voice box, ala Stephen Hawking. All I could find on short notice was a female voice, but you get the idea…

So here is a very brief recounting of something of which I have absolutely no memory. Which, by the by, makes it the best dental appointment I’ve ever had, despite the pain, bleeding and inability to eat anything except applesauce and oatmeal…