in recovery

[threeplusfire]

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.

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[eleanor.livejournal.com]

You might try looking in the phone book -- some dentists who treat phobic patients advertise as such. Also, try calling the local dental colleges, since they probably have records of such things, and you might try an internet search -- I know that in fact there is an organization of dentists who specialize in treating phobic patients.

Last spring, I had three root canals done in under 24 hours, and while the pain was horrible before, and pretty dreadful after, and the work was difficult, I wasn't scared, and felt that I was treated with respect and compassion. The right professional does make all the difference.