Graft

Okie-dokie, then. Miss Katie now has a thoroughly numbed mouth full of gauze. Not a look which she is particularly thrilled about, and not one which will be photographed. She will take it easy today lounging on the couch eating pudding, yogurt, and ice cream. Tomorrow she can return to school, but the missy needs to take a pass on some of her regular activities. (Like the P.E. class playing dodge ball this week. Because that just would not end well.) Next week we'll head back over to the periodontist's office to let him recheck her mouth, the stitches will dissolve on their own, and the teeny grafts will give our eleven year old, ahem, loose lips.
Uh-oh. The missy is no longer numb. I'm off to pick up her prescription in hopes of keeping her relatively comfortable. If her current state is any indicator, she may need to be home tomorrow after all. The child does not have a high threshold for pain. She is likely to be an unhappy camper now that she can feel the trauma inflicted on her. So much for "okie-dokie", and hello "uh-oh".