You're a very screwd mammal.
Jun. 8th, 2006 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
karasumaakaneHopefully my other wisdom tooth will take the hint and never try to seperate from my mandible. On Wednesday, I had three uber-soft spots filled and my wisdom tooth yanked out of my head. I would have used the word "pulled" instead of "yanked", but the second one is a better description. A full grown man had to yank on it four times before it finally came out. During my dentist's apparent tooth rage, I am proud to say that I didn't make a sound. I have been in the dentist's office before and heard someone scream... it's not something you forget. So I kept my promise to myself to remain quiet no matter what happened. Good for me. The only big plus during the whole thing was I picked out and watched a movie while they were doing their thing. I chose "Ice Age" because I love it.
I spent the rest of Wednesday icing my face to prevent swelling and hoping the bleeding would stop. It eventually stopped a couple hours later, but I was on a date with Tylenol-3 so it didn't really matter. The worst part of this whole situation (worse than the extraction) happened this morning. I woke up around 7:45 thinking that I was going to go to work as scheduled. Nope - no chance in hell. I called in because I woke up with a migraine the size of a hurricane. I figured the migraine was because he yanked it out, so I ate some applesauce and took another Tylenol-3 to help me ride out the soreness. However, when I laid back down (with my neck on an ice pack) I started to feel like I was going to throw up. My dad just so happened to be brushing his teeth at the time and he always makes gagging noises when he does. So I ran over to my trash can, threw up a lot, took the bag out to the dumpster, and then went back to sleep.
I was woken up again around 2pm by a phone call from my mom wondering is I needed anything. I said I didn't know because I just woke up. She told me to drink some water. As I walked to the kitchen to get some water, I noticed that I was sweating a lot, shaking, dizzy, and felt nauseous like I had a high fever. I was going to eat something, but decided against it. I did chance taking four Advil before I went to sleep again. Apparently, the numbing agent that they injected into my mouth made me sick. That nauseated feeling is still looming over me, but I ate dinner and kept it down. My jaw doesn't hurt when I swallow, so that's a good thing. I totally need to take a shower though.
Unfortunately, this whole ordeal reminds me of Smelly. Just one instance really - after Smelly had some kind of dental work done (either a wisdom tooth or root canal) I went over to her house to see how she was feeling. She was in her parents bedroom (for a reason I cannot recall) and Hannah was there when I first came over. I wasn't sure why at the time, but Hannah left as soon as I came. I stayed with Smelly for a while and talked with her. I don't even remember what we talked about, but I remember being there and making her laugh a little bit. The recollection of that particular memory did not bother me for some reason and I'm not sure why.
The fact that it didn't bother me puzzled me instead. Maybe it's because I was just being a good friend at the time. When I thought about good friends, I went on lj to see what everyone was up to, but now I regret it a little. Sorry, f-list. I'm going to take a shower and pretend I didn't read any of what you wrote for a while.
I spent the rest of Wednesday icing my face to prevent swelling and hoping the bleeding would stop. It eventually stopped a couple hours later, but I was on a date with Tylenol-3 so it didn't really matter. The worst part of this whole situation (worse than the extraction) happened this morning. I woke up around 7:45 thinking that I was going to go to work as scheduled. Nope - no chance in hell. I called in because I woke up with a migraine the size of a hurricane. I figured the migraine was because he yanked it out, so I ate some applesauce and took another Tylenol-3 to help me ride out the soreness. However, when I laid back down (with my neck on an ice pack) I started to feel like I was going to throw up. My dad just so happened to be brushing his teeth at the time and he always makes gagging noises when he does. So I ran over to my trash can, threw up a lot, took the bag out to the dumpster, and then went back to sleep.
I was woken up again around 2pm by a phone call from my mom wondering is I needed anything. I said I didn't know because I just woke up. She told me to drink some water. As I walked to the kitchen to get some water, I noticed that I was sweating a lot, shaking, dizzy, and felt nauseous like I had a high fever. I was going to eat something, but decided against it. I did chance taking four Advil before I went to sleep again. Apparently, the numbing agent that they injected into my mouth made me sick. That nauseated feeling is still looming over me, but I ate dinner and kept it down. My jaw doesn't hurt when I swallow, so that's a good thing. I totally need to take a shower though.
Unfortunately, this whole ordeal reminds me of Smelly. Just one instance really - after Smelly had some kind of dental work done (either a wisdom tooth or root canal) I went over to her house to see how she was feeling. She was in her parents bedroom (for a reason I cannot recall) and Hannah was there when I first came over. I wasn't sure why at the time, but Hannah left as soon as I came. I stayed with Smelly for a while and talked with her. I don't even remember what we talked about, but I remember being there and making her laugh a little bit. The recollection of that particular memory did not bother me for some reason and I'm not sure why.
The fact that it didn't bother me puzzled me instead. Maybe it's because I was just being a good friend at the time. When I thought about good friends, I went on lj to see what everyone was up to, but now I regret it a little. Sorry, f-list. I'm going to take a shower and pretend I didn't read any of what you wrote for a while.
