Lunch at Jackson's, the town's fanciest restaurant, a chew of bowtie pasta and chicken and the temporary breaks off at the expected place, near the cantilevered bit. The break is very sharp and it cuts into my tongue. At least it has taken my mind off the milder pain from the dry socket at #31.
By evening I am on pain killers and can hardly swallow. Or talk.
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