Month: February 2003

So far so good today. Last night I had a little what are known as “sympathy pains” in my bottom row of teeth. It wasn’t really bad, but enough to notice over all the drugs. I am beyond happy with the way things are going so far. Hopefully it will remain this way. Still havent eaten anything that I hafta chew, only because I don’t want any food getting into the sockets. I would kill for a veggieburger and friez from red robin though 🙂

So I was just able to eat some cream of wheat. My stomach then reminded me that it was the first food I put in it in nearly 24 hours. So I had a carton of yogurt too. So far so good. I can feel my chin again, which means that the novacain is almost completely worn off now. I feel little pain so far. so that makes me happy.

The procedure went extremely well. I was nervous az figgity fizzuck. They hooked me up to the monitors, and my heartbeat was skyrocketed. The Dr was like, your more than just a little nervous huh? I was like ummm,.. I’m terrified. So he put some oxygen on me, and got me calm enough to gimmie an IV. It was excellent. I barely noticed it goin in, and I was out cold within seconds of it. Next thing I knew, it was about an hour later and I was in a recovery room with Steph. I couldn’t talk for shit because I was so numb, and I had gauze in my mouth. I tried to write some shit, but that didn’t go so well either cuz I was pretty well toasted still. I came home and took a handful of pillz. Took me a few triez cuz my mouth was completely numb, so most of the water just poured down my face. I was left with a rapidly disolving percocet on my tongue for about 5 triez. After that I was able to sit up at my computer for a few to check my mail, then watched some tevee for a while. I came back down to my computer for a few, and started reading some shit the Dr gave me. Reading the fine print must have been too much for my toasted brain, cuz I got extremely dizzy, lightheaded, and started sweating. I raced upstairs, beat the dog outta my spot on the bed and laid down for a nap. I napped on and off for a few hours, getting up to change gauze in between. I’m feeling okay right now. Hopefully the night wont be awful.

Thanks for your kind words both here and in Steph’s journal. I realy appreciate it.

It is done. I am fucked up, and I intend to remain so for a couple days.Though my mouth is hella numb and im having a hard time takin my pain killerz.

So in a few hours, I’ll have 7 fewer teeth. I can’t sleep cuz I’m pretty nervous. I have been in bed for a few hours, but I got tired of tossing and turning. I’m really not sure what to expect. I mean, I’m sure I’ll be in a good amount of pain after it’s done, but I dunno if it will be much worse than some of the days I’ve had with these bitchez in (I did have to go to the emergency room once, and had a few other occasions that were not so plesant). But you see,.. I dont like dentistry at all. I like needles even less. My hope is that they gas the shit outta me before they do anything that involves a needle. Luckily, I will be knocked the fuck out during the extractions. They told me it will only take between half an hour to an hour for the whole procedure. It doesn’t help that I am extremely stressed out about other things right now. And what’s worse is I can’t have anything to eat or drink right now.

So I went to see the oral surgeon today, to see what needs to be done. As it turns out, my mouth is even more fucked up than I had expected. I am getting 7 (That’s right, SEVEN) teeth extracted on the 25th. I was expecting to get 5 pulled (4 wisdom, and one other moler), but it turns out that two that I thought were wisdom teeth, are not, and the wisdom teeth are impacted behind them. So I said fuck it, pull them all. On top of this, I still need to go to a normal dentist to have a few minor cavities filled, and the other shit you get done at a dentist on a regular visit.

For anyone who has not been taking care of there teeth, and has not seen a dentist in a while (read years), do yourself a favour, and make an appointment, no matter what the cost. I used the lack of insurance excuse for a long time, amongst others to keep myself from going. If I would have gone to the dentist even a year ago, I may have been able to stop the decay, and fix the damage.