Yesterday, which was around four weeks after the initial surgery on my final impacted wisdom tooth, I woke up to find that my jaw was oddly hot, and rapidly swelling. Seriously? After so long, it suddenly got infected? For fuck’s sake! I ended up back at the oral surgeon’s office, getting the socket cut open and drained. The friend I’d been planning on hanging out with was surprisingly okay with the fact that I was having a medical emergency, and came along for the ride. So fun! No, really, it was. The only problem was we were laughing too much, and that really hurt.
The surgeon gave me a selection of syringes with which I’m to do “forceful” saline rinses for the next several days. Luckily I still have some of those excellent painkillers left over. What to do when drifting along in a drugged haze on a summer evening…? Pickling wouldn’t have been my first choice, but the cukes were ready to go. A farmer friend had too many to deal with, and asked if I’d take care of them; I agreed before I knew I had an abscess in my mouth. But abscess or not, the pickles had to be made, so I muddled my way through.
Oats was very concerned about my ability to cope with sharp knives and boiling water while so very high, which was sweet though I ignored her. I actually managed to turn out 17 litre jars of garlic dill pickles without any mishaps! Usually I forget little things like adding key ingredients, or timing the processing. Obviously, I need to do more canning while completely blitzed.