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Went to the dentist. Apparently, I need five or six fillings, I forget how many. Also, the wisdom tooth I mentioned last year, the one on the bottom that grew in sideways? It was NOT on the right side of my mouth. It was on the left. It's STILL on the left. It won't be come next Friday.
And now I think I understand why the other oral surgeon didn't remove the other two teeth. I'd have been in bad shape had he taken all four at once, but at this point, I'd rather he had. I really don't want to have to go through it again. He didn't take it out because it'll probably take a huge amount of time to get the thing out. There's a flap of gum over it. You can't even tell it's in there sideways. I shudder to think of what he'll have to do to move it, and how much pain I'll be in after the anesthetic wears off. If they don't give me more of that codeine-laced Tylenol and megadoses of Ibuprofen, I think I'll probably want to kill myself.
I am not happy about this. Bad enough my mouth tastes all coppery because the nurse or whatever you call them cleaned my teeth and had to dig into my gums to get the crap out. And I haven't eaten anything since this morning and am now afraid to eat anything for fear I'll end up getting an infection. My mouth's like one huge open sore. Doesn't hurt too much, it's just... everything is exposed, or feels like it.
Whatever. Friday, fillings. Next Friday, extractions. I think I'll be taking both days off. I don't know. Next Friday I can probably come to work for the first part of the day, but my appointment's at noon. This Friday it's at 9:30. I might very well just say screw it and, depending on what time I get out of there, hop on the next bus to PA.
Oh, and it does NOT help when you tell your boss what needs to be done, and he shakes his head and mutters, "Sorry." RIGHT. Thanks for that. Really. Way to ease my anxiety.
It hasn't quite been a year since I got the other teeth extracted. The cost of all this better not exceed what I've got left of my yearly allowance.
God. I want to go home now.
And now I think I understand why the other oral surgeon didn't remove the other two teeth. I'd have been in bad shape had he taken all four at once, but at this point, I'd rather he had. I really don't want to have to go through it again. He didn't take it out because it'll probably take a huge amount of time to get the thing out. There's a flap of gum over it. You can't even tell it's in there sideways. I shudder to think of what he'll have to do to move it, and how much pain I'll be in after the anesthetic wears off. If they don't give me more of that codeine-laced Tylenol and megadoses of Ibuprofen, I think I'll probably want to kill myself.
I am not happy about this. Bad enough my mouth tastes all coppery because the nurse or whatever you call them cleaned my teeth and had to dig into my gums to get the crap out. And I haven't eaten anything since this morning and am now afraid to eat anything for fear I'll end up getting an infection. My mouth's like one huge open sore. Doesn't hurt too much, it's just... everything is exposed, or feels like it.
Whatever. Friday, fillings. Next Friday, extractions. I think I'll be taking both days off. I don't know. Next Friday I can probably come to work for the first part of the day, but my appointment's at noon. This Friday it's at 9:30. I might very well just say screw it and, depending on what time I get out of there, hop on the next bus to PA.
Oh, and it does NOT help when you tell your boss what needs to be done, and he shakes his head and mutters, "Sorry." RIGHT. Thanks for that. Really. Way to ease my anxiety.
It hasn't quite been a year since I got the other teeth extracted. The cost of all this better not exceed what I've got left of my yearly allowance.
God. I want to go home now.
