Now I know how Joan Rivers felt when she exclaimed in a Geico commercial, “I can’t feel my face!” I assumed she was making light of her use of Botox and other injectables. My experience today wasn’t at the dermatologist’s, but the dentist’s. In the past, these semi-annual visits have been no big deal. My hygienist works as thoroughly and precisely as a Navy Seal. But what began as business as usual took a sharp, dark turn for the worst.
Before heading to the dentist I went for a run and enjoyed a piece of toast spread with natural peanut butter and lavender honey, along with peach Greek yogurt and the remaining three-quarters of an apple carved up for Scarlet’s breakfast.
Fast forward to The Visit. After the routine cleaning, in waltzes the new dentist who replaced a friend of mine who used to own the place. He casually mentioned that I needed to get cavities filled. Who, me? I was suddenly solemn and depressed. How could it be? Supposedly, I had cavities in three corners of my mouth. They have been under observation for the past few years, and now it was time to go in. It was already noon. Shoot, I should have eaten more beforehand. A bazillion numbing needles shot into my mouth, and after a few minutes I couldn’t feel my face. My chin was completely numb, my ear lobes tingled and what mouth?
On the drive home I thought, “I deserve lunch out today.” I knew it would need to be something soft. Paradise Bakery & Café it would be for one of my favorites, Fire Roasted Tomato Soup. I also selected a pumpkin walnut muffin and a drink I blended with unsweetened black and passion fruit teas and a splash of diet lemonade.
Considering I had no idea I had a lower lip until I touched my hand to it, slurping soup would be interesting. I guided food along my upper lip to make sure it actually made it into my mouth. Talk about a lesson in mindful eating. It took me at least 20 minutes to safely spoon the soup. I saved the muffin for later in the day, since that would require chewing, which would have been a dangerous feat considering my delicate condition.
As dinnertime rolled around, pain replaced the numbness, but at least I knew I could chew. With Steve at a business dinner, I ate a smorgasbord meal early with Scarlet. It consisted of some leftover chicken and rice, half a roll dipped in olive oil (Scarlet seized the other half) and chicken nuggets, light ranch dressing and mashed potatoes from Scarlet’s dinner. Right before I sat down to eat, I realized things were lacking in the vegetable department, so I hesitantly added raw carrots to my plate, which didn’t work out with my teeth.
I enjoyed these California strawberries after dinner. Notice how the shoulders are red, instead of white or green. This is what lusciously sweet summer strawberries should look (and taste) like!
A splash of red table wine finished out the day. In my dazed state, I forgot to pull something for the Freezer Challenge. Hopefully we can overlook this since on Monday I used multiple freezer items.
Estimated calories: 1951 (Breakfast 515, Lunch 656, Dinner 610, Snacks 120, Wine 50)
Do you have any good stories about food dribbling down your numbed face? Do tell!
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