Dude came through his oral surgery pretty well yesterday. Our first stop was for a Sonic milkshake. I dropped him off at home where Hubby and Rugrat were then headed to the pharmacy for his prescriptions.

Now the big thing will be making sure I have soft foods for him for the next few days and keeping up with his medicine -- I already have a log going to do that.

And, of course, he despises getting fussed over at all. So he's already fighting the constraints on him. And fussing right back if I try to make him follow a few of the doctor's orders (like using 2 pillows to sleep).

That probably means he's feeling better already, right? Yeah. That's what I thought.