Gummed up

Last night, for the first time in many, many years, I went to bed without a single tooth in my mouth. My old teeth were ugly to look at and gave me trouble now and then, but they were mine and I miss them. The surgery to remove them was as close to torture as I'll ever come, God willing, and now the inside of my mouth looks like a tiny bomb went off in there. Most of the pain was gone by late yesterday afternoon, but talking and eating have become a whole new experience. I hope this is the very worst part of the transition to dentures and that it'll be over in a few weeks or so, but who knows ? There should be a rule that life gets less complicated as you get older, but things just don't work that way.