Don't smile! Stop it. I'm serious. Smiling is hazardous to your health! You'll end up like me, needing surgery.
You think I'm kidding? Nope. I just came back from having my frenum detached and my gums cut up. If you followed me a year ago, you might remember that I had some surgery on my gums to remove some odd scar tissue. We didn't know what caused it, but we hoped that it wouldn't ever be a problem, again. Well, it came back.
"Sherry," the oral surgeon said, "I think the problem is that every time you smile, your frenum irritates your gum and causes blistering and scaring."
"Great," I said. "So you're saying that every time I smile, I'm hurting myself?"
He nodded. "Pretty much."
So that's like every three seconds.
He felt that detaching the frenum would correct the problem. So I went in to have that little procedure done. I opted for a shot in the gums to numb the area, rather than be put to sleep, which meant I was fully aware of what was going on.
My upper lip was pulled back so far that it literally covered my nostrils. I thought that was hilarious. Then my bottom lip started quivering.
"Sorry, I have tickle your bottom lip," said the surgeon.
He had to?
Well, that did it. I couldn't help it. I just started cracking up.
"Why are you laughing?" the surgeon asked. "This isn't funny!"
I tried real hard to control myself, because I didn't want him to mess up. When he was done, he wiped the blood off my face. I started cracking up again.
He shook his head. "Sherry, I've never had a patient laugh through surgery."
I tried to grin with my swollen, numb lips. "Yeah, I'm a one-of-a-kind!"
So here I am, typing away, looking like a super model with swollen lips. Okay. Maybe not a super model, but I definitely have the swollen lip thing going on. The good news is, the surgeon says in two weeks, I'll be able to smile without hurting myself. I hope!