Well, what a difference a week makes.
I wound up having to go back for surgery to remove the implants. Fortunately, I was able to go home the next day after lunch.
I didn't expect this to affect me the way it has. Maybe I've just hit the wall of trying to smile and be fine. I've had so many parts of me sliced, diced, lopped off or chopped out that I feel like a piece of human sushi.
So anyway, there it is.