It seems silly in the extreme for me to remove an ice pick scar from my face at 50. But I have to say looking at the flat hole-less expanse that is now my right upper lip is pleasing to me. Very pleasing.

So no face lift for me, but no hole either. And today I saw the dentist about replacing my post and pin retention which has become fragile with a dental implant. The thought of biting solidly into an apple fills me with a sort of satisfaction I don’t often know.

Off to bed. I’m a tired girl. I’ll dream of chewing food with impunity.