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threeplusfire) wrote2004-04-30 08:45 am
threeplusfire) wrote2004-04-30 08:45 am
in recovery
I slept alright, waking up only once to swallow more darvocet. The numbness and tingling is gone, so now there is only a dull ache. I probably could have gone to work, but I would have been utterly miserable.
At home, I can lounge around and drink the smoothies Alan makes for me. The smell of the omelet cooking is driving me insane, but I don't think I can really chew yet. I attempted a small bite of omelett, and that was a mistake. Ouch.
On the bright side, all the medication I'm taking for my jaw has made my cramps nonexistant. Sweet.
Thank God and all the powers that be for my husband. He's taken such good care of me and been so helpful in trying to keep me calm and getting me through this. It can't be fun exactly to be married to such a phobic person.
Funny story from yesterday. I had a blood pressure cuff and a heart monitor on my left arm in the chair at the dentist office. I was looking at Alan on my left and talking to him, trying to distract myself from the surgeon and his assistant looking for a vein for the IV sedation. They had trouble getting one in my arm, and I suppose I tensed more than I realized. The blood pressure cuff popped right off my arm. Sigh. Sometimes I wish I was less neurotic about stuff like this. Thank my lucky stars the surgeon was a nice man and found it funny.
At home, I can lounge around and drink the smoothies Alan makes for me. The smell of the omelet cooking is driving me insane, but I don't think I can really chew yet. I attempted a small bite of omelett, and that was a mistake. Ouch.
On the bright side, all the medication I'm taking for my jaw has made my cramps nonexistant. Sweet.
Thank God and all the powers that be for my husband. He's taken such good care of me and been so helpful in trying to keep me calm and getting me through this. It can't be fun exactly to be married to such a phobic person.
Funny story from yesterday. I had a blood pressure cuff and a heart monitor on my left arm in the chair at the dentist office. I was looking at Alan on my left and talking to him, trying to distract myself from the surgeon and his assistant looking for a vein for the IV sedation. They had trouble getting one in my arm, and I suppose I tensed more than I realized. The blood pressure cuff popped right off my arm. Sigh. Sometimes I wish I was less neurotic about stuff like this. Thank my lucky stars the surgeon was a nice man and found it funny.
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I've got a sort-of funny (if not traumatizing) dentist anecdote. Back in the Clinton era (last time I was at the office of a holy mouth man), I was sitting on the chair waiting for a cleaning when the assistant and the dentists come in. The assistant instructed me that they couldn't touch me until I had been on antibiotics for seven days. I asked why. The assistant said that I had indicated a heart murmur on my medical history and that foreign matter and bacteria could enter the bloodtsream and settle, and could cause this or that. Being 16, I didn't grok it. The dentist finally chimed in and said, "Look, kid, we don't want you dying in my dentist's chair. I can't afford the lawsuit, and I just bought this chair."
Guess it was funny, looking back on it.
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