Ouch!!!

 I went to the peradontist today (that's probably not how to spell it) and he cut into my gum, inserted something and gave me two stitches. 

I feel like some George Floyd or some boxer hit me in the mouth.

As the numbing wears off, it hurts more.

Plus, it's still bleeding a bit.

He told me to put tea bags, wet, onto the wound. I've been doing that though I had to go to Big Y to get tea bags--we don't have any.

Now, to my surprise, my regular dentist will put the implant in.

This has taken 6 months, at least and will be a few weeks more.

I've left our my dental thing that puts a tooth in the hole (# 8 if you're a dentist).

But he told me it used to take over a year.

Why did I decide to do this in the first place?

I don't remember.

His office is on Chapel Street in New Haven. We lived there for 4 years--on that street next to St. Paul's Church, where I was Rector.

But that was over 30 years ago and I didn't have any idea where I was when driving there.

We forget things, I know, but New Haven looked like Pluto to me today.

Getting old is not a ton of fun....