My lips were numb. Contrary to the average individual I preferred the pain. That at least let me know it was done and over with. The pressure in my jaw started to ease as I sat up. My ear was ringing...or was that my phone? I had set it down just before they knocked me out. Behind me I could hear footsteps. A deep voice, muffled at first, then clear as the door opened said, "It's time."
Unable to say anything coherent with the numbness I turned to see who the voice belonged to. Peering over a doctor's mask were those dark sinister eyes. The same eyes that looked down on me earlier with a pair of pliers and a chisel. I shuddered then took a deep breath. No more pain now besides the healing process.
A young girl walked in behind him wearing pastel scrubs and a smile on her face. I felt a bit more at ease when she handed me a package of gauze and started telling me care instructions. Then the bad news came...no carbonated drinks. My heart sank. How was I to continue my day without a healthy dose of my favorite caffeinated beverage?
I left the office with a numb frown sure to turn into a pout just as soon as the feeling returned to my face. Driving the mile and a half home I passed the usual fast food places, a convenience store, and the donut shop...mmmm, coffee. Wait...COFFEE! Low and behold my caffeine crisis was cured!