Dental surgery ain’t no fun.
I thought I’d be happy when it was done.

The doctor was great, causing minimal pain,
Thanks to liberal doses of novocaine.

But the aftermath was much, much worse;
I felt I’d been struck with an evil curse.

It wasn’t just my mouth that was sore;
The pain in my face was like few pains before.

But I’ve survived worse things in the past,
And pain killers helped me sleep at last.

No, it wasn’t the soreness, or even the bleeding,
That sent my heart rate off and speeding.

It was when I looked in the mirror that night,
And had myself a terrible fright,

For there, staring back from the glass on the wall
Was someone I didn’t know at all.

A swollen mess, all puffy and bruised,
I clearly had been most awfully misused.

Like something out of a horror flick,
Just seeing it made me feel quite sick.

Today I don’t recognize my own face;
Of the real me there is hardly a trace.

I know, as they say, that this too shall pass,
Like a nasty cold, or intestinal gas.

And in the meantime, I’ll stay in the house
And try to be as still as a mouse,

So no one outside has to look at this face,
Which really is such an awful disgrace.

And after a while, like an appendectomy,
I’ll be glad I let them make a wreck of me,

Because the result will be good in the end,
Once everything’s had enough time to mend.

But for the moment, I have to say . . .
There are much better ways of spending a day!

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
2/15/24