Although I have no recollection of the surgery or first couple hours afterwards (due to the anaesthesia-induced coma), the stitches and numbness in my mouth are evidence that my gum graft actually happened. Of course, I wasn’t allowed to drive myself, and fortunately I had help from some great friends!
My roommate Paul, who had about 2 hours of sleep the night before (finishing a 7-page paper) was awake to drive me in the morning. And my friends Cait and Mikayla picked me up afterwards, and it’s a good thing they did! Aside from the decreased inhibitions in what I said and did, I have no memory of the after-surgery instructions. They helped me fill and take my prescriptions, keep my head inclined, babysat me for about five hours, and bought me Jamba Juice. What’s more, I had only asked them for help with the ride back. Talk about going above and beyond!
Apparently, one of the things I repeated several times during my filter-lacking state was “You’re really good friends!” Now that I’m more coherent, I can repeat it again by choice.
I heard heaven’s white noise today through the kindness of really good friends.
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