I went to sleep last night and forgot to take meds, so I woke up puffy-faced and in pain. I made a smoothie for breakfast, and chased it with pain meds and antibiotics. Still taking the Tylenol 3; I'm scared to take the Vicodin, and I don't really think the pain is that bad. Still, the T3 makes me sleepy as soon as I take it. It's pretty much been a cycle of sleep, wake up and eat to take meds, then go back to sleep until I either get hungry or hurty.
I enlisted the help of Akhtar to drive me to work to pick up my paycheck; don't really feel safe driving. So I picked it up and we went to lunch; a baked potato and soup for me, most of which I took home. Then to the bank to deposit my check. The rest of the afternoon was spent in bed, surprise.
I can feel the stitches kinda rubbing against my tongue if I talk, but I haven't yet dared to start poking around with my tongue. Also it's kinda hard and painful to open my mouth, but they said I needed to work on that or else it'll get locked up. I did start rinsing with salt water, and I brushed my teeth as best I could. It was starting to gross me out. Good news- no evidence of further bleeding.
Also I can start to eat warm things today. I'm glad, because now I can eat soup and mashed potatoes.
Also watching this show on mtv where this girl has a crush on an obviously gay guy, then when she told him, he was all, "I'm gay," and she was all surprised. Psh.
22 June 2012
21 June 2012
just relax...
So! I did it!
This morning at 6am I opened the door to a smiling and perky Ashley, in a cute top with a road cup. Off we went, with me giving annoying driving directions the whole way. :o)
Once at the dentists, we didn't have to wait long before they charged my credit card and called me back. They set me up in a chair and hooked me up to a bunch of things. I got a thing for my heart rate clipped to my finger, some of those sticky electrodes on my chest and ribs, a tube for oxygen stick in my nose, and then they started the IV, which was just dripping fluids at first. I was so nervous, and I could tell by listening to my heart rate beeping on the monitor. After a few minutes, the oral surgeon comes in and says, "Okay we're going to give you something to relax."
The next thing I know, I'm waking up and it's over. Holy crap, it really is just that simple!
I vaguely remember them doing some scraping on a tooth in a dream-like state, which lasted for a few seconds. I think I must have woken up for a minute during the procedure... or something. Because everyone was asking if I remembered anything. I just said no.
After I was awake for a minute, they called Ashley in. They were giving me instructions and I was glad she was there because I don't remember any of them. I'm sure I looked ridiculous. I know I had some gauze sticking out of my mouth like a walrus because I could see it in the elevator mirror when they wheeled me down stairs in the wheelchair.
I remember talking a little on the ride home, but I know it wasn't goofy; mostly tired. I remember being thirsty. When we got home, Mom and Ash helped me into bed, and I passed out for about an hour until I woke up in some serious pain. Mom had gone to pick up my prescriptions, so I took some of the Tylenol 3 I got back in January for the infection. I was too scared to take it then, but I gladly tossed it down the hatch this morning.
The rest of the morning is a blur. I'd sleep for a while, then wake up either in pain or from drooling blood all over myself. I was glad I was thinking and laid down a brown towel on my bed in case I did bleed. Can you imagine the carnage, all over my fresh white sheets??
I don't remember what they said, but Suzy and Luke were sweet and I think Suzy got me a bag of peas. It's strange how I was walking around and talking but I really don't remember doing it.
The wounds are still bleeding, so I've been keeping gauze back there and dozing while alternating each cheek on a bag of frozen peas. It sucks because the blood just fills your mouth and you can't really spit it out. They said I couldn't rinse or brush my teeth, or spit because the wounds have to kinda set. So I kinda just have to let it drool out over the sink and wipe it as best I can. Gross, huh? I'll be glad when it stops bleeding.
So far I've eaten a little yogurt and one of those protein drinks- I'm not hungry, but I didn't want to take drugs on an empty stomach.
I'm still a little drowsy, but much more alert than I was this morning. I hope I can sleep well tonight.
On the road to recovery!
This morning at 6am I opened the door to a smiling and perky Ashley, in a cute top with a road cup. Off we went, with me giving annoying driving directions the whole way. :o)
Once at the dentists, we didn't have to wait long before they charged my credit card and called me back. They set me up in a chair and hooked me up to a bunch of things. I got a thing for my heart rate clipped to my finger, some of those sticky electrodes on my chest and ribs, a tube for oxygen stick in my nose, and then they started the IV, which was just dripping fluids at first. I was so nervous, and I could tell by listening to my heart rate beeping on the monitor. After a few minutes, the oral surgeon comes in and says, "Okay we're going to give you something to relax."
The next thing I know, I'm waking up and it's over. Holy crap, it really is just that simple!
I vaguely remember them doing some scraping on a tooth in a dream-like state, which lasted for a few seconds. I think I must have woken up for a minute during the procedure... or something. Because everyone was asking if I remembered anything. I just said no.
After I was awake for a minute, they called Ashley in. They were giving me instructions and I was glad she was there because I don't remember any of them. I'm sure I looked ridiculous. I know I had some gauze sticking out of my mouth like a walrus because I could see it in the elevator mirror when they wheeled me down stairs in the wheelchair.
I remember talking a little on the ride home, but I know it wasn't goofy; mostly tired. I remember being thirsty. When we got home, Mom and Ash helped me into bed, and I passed out for about an hour until I woke up in some serious pain. Mom had gone to pick up my prescriptions, so I took some of the Tylenol 3 I got back in January for the infection. I was too scared to take it then, but I gladly tossed it down the hatch this morning.
The rest of the morning is a blur. I'd sleep for a while, then wake up either in pain or from drooling blood all over myself. I was glad I was thinking and laid down a brown towel on my bed in case I did bleed. Can you imagine the carnage, all over my fresh white sheets??
I don't remember what they said, but Suzy and Luke were sweet and I think Suzy got me a bag of peas. It's strange how I was walking around and talking but I really don't remember doing it.
The wounds are still bleeding, so I've been keeping gauze back there and dozing while alternating each cheek on a bag of frozen peas. It sucks because the blood just fills your mouth and you can't really spit it out. They said I couldn't rinse or brush my teeth, or spit because the wounds have to kinda set. So I kinda just have to let it drool out over the sink and wipe it as best I can. Gross, huh? I'll be glad when it stops bleeding.
So far I've eaten a little yogurt and one of those protein drinks- I'm not hungry, but I didn't want to take drugs on an empty stomach.
I'm still a little drowsy, but much more alert than I was this morning. I hope I can sleep well tonight.
On the road to recovery!
19 June 2012
more ch-changes
My dear, sweet Andrea has accepted another job offer.
Coworker me is going, "Fuckkkk this suckkksss."
But friend me is really, really damn excited. This is a good move for her, and plus, now we can hang out more.
About 20 minutes after she talked with my boss, I got called into her office. She had me close the door and sit down, and asked me seriously if I was leaving with Andrea. Haha, I love how she had to check because it's totally plausible.
I assured her that I'm not going anywhere, and am going to make the most of this mess. I just hope we get someone good. No one will be as good as Andrea, but I'll settle for competent.
In other, exciting-as-all-getout news, Ashley and Collin hold the keys to their new home in their sweaty little palms. How exciting!!! I can't imagine how awesome that feels to be able to walk up to that cute spankin-new house and call it their own. I am so damn happy for them.
So, good things are happening with people I care about, and that makes me happy.
Coworker me is going, "Fuckkkk this suckkksss."
But friend me is really, really damn excited. This is a good move for her, and plus, now we can hang out more.
About 20 minutes after she talked with my boss, I got called into her office. She had me close the door and sit down, and asked me seriously if I was leaving with Andrea. Haha, I love how she had to check because it's totally plausible.
I assured her that I'm not going anywhere, and am going to make the most of this mess. I just hope we get someone good. No one will be as good as Andrea, but I'll settle for competent.
In other, exciting-as-all-getout news, Ashley and Collin hold the keys to their new home in their sweaty little palms. How exciting!!! I can't imagine how awesome that feels to be able to walk up to that cute spankin-new house and call it their own. I am so damn happy for them.
So, good things are happening with people I care about, and that makes me happy.
17 June 2012
16 June 2012
the scary part
OH MY GOD THIS MAKES ME SO SCARED TO GET MY WISDOM TEETH OUT.
THIS is what I'm afraid of. Fuck the pain.
THIS is the scary part.
Really, though, this guy is adorable.
THIS is what I'm afraid of. Fuck the pain.
THIS is the scary part.
Really, though, this guy is adorable.
14 June 2012
ch-ch-changes
So I'm loving this schedule. I've woken up on my own every day this week. I leisurely drink my coffee and eat breakfast. Instead of a ratty bun, my hair resembles actual hair. Work is work, but I feel more on the ball. I feel more awake and happier. After work, I'm free to do things as usual, but the difference is, so is everyone else. I go to bed when it's dark out-- when I'm tired-- and I fall right to sleep. I'm not ready to go back to waking up at 4am.
Not looking forward to working this weekend either. You know I like my days off.
Next week the wisdom teeth come out. I'm actually a little excited about that. Once those are out and healed, all of my dental work will be complete. I've already stocked up on pudding and mashed potatoes. I'm going to make a big batch of brothy soup with tiny, soft pieces of vegetable and chicken. Also planning on buying a bunch of yogurt to mix with greek yogurt. <-- Soft and helps w/ antibiotic side effects.
Switching gears:
I read this blog post this morning.
It's about taking a day apart from your spouse on vacations to do what you really want to do, then meeting up for dinner afterwards. I think it's a great, novel idea, but not sure if it would work for me.
I guess it's because nowadays most of my vacations are for visiting him and separating would defeat the purpose. Also because when we do take vacations, the number one reason is to take a break from work, as opposed to being a tourist. The travel part is just a detail in the work-less-ness. I feel like on our day to do whatever we wanted, we'd both just lay in bed or on a beach all day.
BUT, I'd be totally down for splitting if we both wanted to do different things, instead of dragging each other along. It's a great idea-- it never occurred to me that it would be an "Ok" thing to do.
Listen to me talking about vacations when I just took one, and it will be a while before I take another one, haha.
Not looking forward to working this weekend either. You know I like my days off.
Next week the wisdom teeth come out. I'm actually a little excited about that. Once those are out and healed, all of my dental work will be complete. I've already stocked up on pudding and mashed potatoes. I'm going to make a big batch of brothy soup with tiny, soft pieces of vegetable and chicken. Also planning on buying a bunch of yogurt to mix with greek yogurt. <-- Soft and helps w/ antibiotic side effects.
Switching gears:
I read this blog post this morning.
It's about taking a day apart from your spouse on vacations to do what you really want to do, then meeting up for dinner afterwards. I think it's a great, novel idea, but not sure if it would work for me.
I guess it's because nowadays most of my vacations are for visiting him and separating would defeat the purpose. Also because when we do take vacations, the number one reason is to take a break from work, as opposed to being a tourist. The travel part is just a detail in the work-less-ness. I feel like on our day to do whatever we wanted, we'd both just lay in bed or on a beach all day.
BUT, I'd be totally down for splitting if we both wanted to do different things, instead of dragging each other along. It's a great idea-- it never occurred to me that it would be an "Ok" thing to do.
Listen to me talking about vacations when I just took one, and it will be a while before I take another one, haha.
11 June 2012
Heeeeeeee!
It's Monday.
But I feel like it's the weekend.
Why am I uttering these crazy utterings??
Because I don't have to be at work until 10 am this entire week. Sure, it's a busier shift, but work is still work.
I actually woke up on my own, before my alarm clock, to the sunlight streaming through the curtains and the cat stretching beside me. Can you imagine a better way to wake up on a Monday??
No dragging every protesting fiber in my body out of bed at 4am to hurriedly and efficiently get myself ready. I ate some cereal and instead of rushing out the door I'm lingering, drinking my coffee, blogging! In my pjs! Life is good, folks, and I'm going to appreciate every second of this week that I get to re-join the land of the people with normal schedules.
Let's have dinner this week. No, not at 6:00 with the geriatrics.
Let's have dinner at 8! And then linger afterwards with a drink!
But I feel like it's the weekend.
Why am I uttering these crazy utterings??
Because I don't have to be at work until 10 am this entire week. Sure, it's a busier shift, but work is still work.
I actually woke up on my own, before my alarm clock, to the sunlight streaming through the curtains and the cat stretching beside me. Can you imagine a better way to wake up on a Monday??
No dragging every protesting fiber in my body out of bed at 4am to hurriedly and efficiently get myself ready. I ate some cereal and instead of rushing out the door I'm lingering, drinking my coffee, blogging! In my pjs! Life is good, folks, and I'm going to appreciate every second of this week that I get to re-join the land of the people with normal schedules.
Let's have dinner this week. No, not at 6:00 with the geriatrics.
Let's have dinner at 8! And then linger afterwards with a drink!
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