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Cue R.E.M., because it's been a Bad Day. Today I was supposed to have my second dental surgery this year, and desensitize one of my front teeth, because of some stupid rare pathology I have. Turns out they couldn't, because they found "something like a cavity, it's not a cavity, but it's easier to call it a cavity" as they explained it to me. Granted, at the time I was drugged to the gills and still in a lot of pain, so that's probably why that's all I can remember of the explanation.
Anyway, I still had to undergo surgery, and came home with stitches. Stitches, in my gums. The dentist says I'm lucky as when I talk and smile my lip doesn't curl, and so the black thread and the general devastation that is that area won't be visible to others. Ah-fucking-ha. That makes me feel so much better.
I feel like half my emotions are anger, and half are bitter sarcasm. It sucks.
So now I'll be back next thursday to remove the stitches, and we'll do the desensitization later this year, because he says it would be "too traumatic to do it right after this surgery". As before I'm only allowed to have cold, mushy food, I have to take antibiotics every twelve hours, painkillers, and to spend the rest of the day alternating between not talking and keeping cold packs on my lip.
They also told me that "absolute rest" was paramount. I told them I was planning to go cartwheeling in the evening. They looked horrified. I told them my sarcastic tone doesn't work too well on meds, and that I'd work on that. They looked like I had a concussion. I'll save my wonderful sense of humour for people who deserve it, thank you very much.
Anyway, I still had to undergo surgery, and came home with stitches. Stitches, in my gums. The dentist says I'm lucky as when I talk and smile my lip doesn't curl, and so the black thread and the general devastation that is that area won't be visible to others. Ah-fucking-ha. That makes me feel so much better.
I feel like half my emotions are anger, and half are bitter sarcasm. It sucks.
So now I'll be back next thursday to remove the stitches, and we'll do the desensitization later this year, because he says it would be "too traumatic to do it right after this surgery". As before I'm only allowed to have cold, mushy food, I have to take antibiotics every twelve hours, painkillers, and to spend the rest of the day alternating between not talking and keeping cold packs on my lip.
They also told me that "absolute rest" was paramount. I told them I was planning to go cartwheeling in the evening. They looked horrified. I told them my sarcastic tone doesn't work too well on meds, and that I'd work on that. They looked like I had a concussion. I'll save my wonderful sense of humour for people who deserve it, thank you very much.
