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So, I'm really glad I didn't post yesterday.
Yesterday morning, at approximately 8:00 AM, all four of my wisdom teeth were removed from my mouth without my knowledge or consent. Any forms my orthodontic surgeon may produce to the contrary are pure lies; they held a gun to my head while I signed them, then strapped me to the chair as they stuck in the anaesthetic IV.
Yesterday evening, at 8:00 PM, my lower lip was still almost utterly numb, and I was singing the praises of modern medicine, which had managed to perform this awful procedure completely painlessly. And I'd even been fully conscious for almost eleven hours! That wasn't so bad!
Ha.
Today, I begin to have a sense of the onslaught of pain awaiting me. Despite the fact that I've been religiously taking the maximum permittable dose of ibuprofin all day, the pain has been steadily increasing. I finally gave in and took the fancy medication the surgeon gave me about half an hour ago. Guess how much effect it's had? If it's had much effect, I shudder to think how much pain my now-absent molars are trying to produce.
I really feel like a whiner. Joking aside, one of those teeth was aching at least this much occasionally (which, now that I think of it, may be the real reason why I lost my wits and consented to have my teeth removed). By all accounts, tomorrow will be my worst day; I hate to use up my superlatives now. And obviously, I'm not in enough pain to dampen my stellar sense of humor. *mutters to self: Can't lose with that one. Either I'm hilarious or pitifully pain-ridden*. Still, it's a bit annoying that every smile, every laugh, every unguarded word, every attempt to open my jaw enough to admit more than a small spoon - that every one of these has the same result: more pain.
Gah.
Will be checking in tomorrow, most likely; two days of almost fully-conscious, non-drowsy rest are enough. If I don't get some stimulation tomorrow, I'll go mad. And since I still need to keep still, I may well be online all day.
Yesterday morning, at approximately 8:00 AM, all four of my wisdom teeth were removed from my mouth without my knowledge or consent. Any forms my orthodontic surgeon may produce to the contrary are pure lies; they held a gun to my head while I signed them, then strapped me to the chair as they stuck in the anaesthetic IV.
Yesterday evening, at 8:00 PM, my lower lip was still almost utterly numb, and I was singing the praises of modern medicine, which had managed to perform this awful procedure completely painlessly. And I'd even been fully conscious for almost eleven hours! That wasn't so bad!
Ha.
Today, I begin to have a sense of the onslaught of pain awaiting me. Despite the fact that I've been religiously taking the maximum permittable dose of ibuprofin all day, the pain has been steadily increasing. I finally gave in and took the fancy medication the surgeon gave me about half an hour ago. Guess how much effect it's had? If it's had much effect, I shudder to think how much pain my now-absent molars are trying to produce.
I really feel like a whiner. Joking aside, one of those teeth was aching at least this much occasionally (which, now that I think of it, may be the real reason why I lost my wits and consented to have my teeth removed). By all accounts, tomorrow will be my worst day; I hate to use up my superlatives now. And obviously, I'm not in enough pain to dampen my stellar sense of humor. *mutters to self: Can't lose with that one. Either I'm hilarious or pitifully pain-ridden*. Still, it's a bit annoying that every smile, every laugh, every unguarded word, every attempt to open my jaw enough to admit more than a small spoon - that every one of these has the same result: more pain.
Gah.
Will be checking in tomorrow, most likely; two days of almost fully-conscious, non-drowsy rest are enough. If I don't get some stimulation tomorrow, I'll go mad. And since I still need to keep still, I may well be online all day.
