My mother beat me to it, cause I wanted to say all was well and not to worry, as a couple of you emailed me. I want to say more but later.
I did well at the dentist, breaking down only after the work was done, and I could feel several? hands patting my back, as I was sobbing into my hands, and I heard someone call me "hon" cause they felt so bad for me. But I was able to maintain the grown up in me, while the dentist did his thing, and I'm so proud of myself.
Then I slept. And my sister helped me, bringing me ice, water, drugs, hammer, and those large fuzzy dice that one hangs from their car mirror. She was good to have around.
Slept all nite with the dentures in. Drooled. The bottom one kept popping up, so the next morning I went in for an adjustment. Perfect fit, no pain meds needed.
Visited BFriend, slept on her couch. Visited my mom, tried to sleep, but she said cottage cheese, so I had to eat something, since I hadn't ate anything yet that day. Talked with her, then slept on her bed for awhile.
Came home, dog care, refrained from screaming at SanFranMan while we figured out how to get me to Reno at the end of the month, and went to bed. Without the dentures in, as they had told me.
Woke up this morning, and couldn't get teeth back in. Went to dentist for an adjustment. Dog care. Then writing here.
I'll do a picture when the swelling goes down. I look like a chipmunk with my face full of peanuts on one side. I am super pleased with the dentures, but the emotional toll it took has sucked all my energy and I'm going back to bed! To practice not drooling.