(Note: Every chair at NYU Dental faces a notice expressly prohibiting selfies, so I'm kind of glad I got in under the wire.)
I've finally gotten to get rid of the "flipper" I was wearing for the past few years, which gave me a lisp and made it difficult to talk. Now that the anesthesia has worn off, I feel legitimately sore in the mouth, but I'm happy to be making progress at last.
And about a week ago was a 9/11 survivors' forum in which they announced there's now a $10 billion fund to cover the health care of the remaining 9/11 survivors. I qualify, since I was in the toxicity zone below Canal Street immediately after the explosion. The whole city smelled like an electrical fire; you couldn't get away from it. When I went up to upper Manhattan, it still smelled toxic.
I'm gearing up for Inktober, but I'm too tired to post anything right now.
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