Well, I made it through. The painkillers meant that waking and sleeping have not been much different the last couple of days. Somehow, I managed to put the remaining blog interviews together today and yesterday to beat my deadline. Come to think of it, I can’t believe I managed to conduct a telephone interview on Friday afternoon, four hours after having my teeth taken out. Luckily, my subject couldn’t see me or she may have been less than impressed. Thankfully, the swelling on my jaw has shrunk considerably, as has the swelling on my back from when I passed out in the early hours of Saturday morning.
The following week will be busy. My parents arrive for a week-long visit tomorrow and I am anticipating a deluge of last minute revisions before the book is put to bed next weekend. I’m going to try taking myself off the painkillers tomorrow just so that I can get some work done with a straight head. All of this, of course, is a precursor to the usual lame excuse that blogging could be erratic over the next week. But there you go. You have been warned. 
You always were a sickly, sickly child Berger.