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Tooth Drama Over (?)
Sep. 22nd, 2010 05:10 pmI think that the wisdom-tooth pulling drama is over. The last time I posted, I'd popped the suture. Well, the next morning, I called to see if it would be a problem, and they said it wasn't—it was normal and it would be fine if I waited two days until my scheduled appointment to have them removed. So I agreed to that.
Five hours later, my entire mouth hurt. It was the stress of constantly moving my tongue and my mouth around to avoid and accomodate the string hanging down from the top of my mouth. I couldn't focus, I could barely stand it. For a moment, I considered taking vicodin, not for the pain (which was mostly gone by then), but for the constant stress of that damned silk.
I called the dentist's office, confirmed that someone would be there in an hour, and ran out of my office as fast as I could notify my supervisor. Metro to my house, drive to the office, then five minutes in the chair and my mouth felt ten times better.
(Unfortunately, starting an hour later, and continuing until I went to sleep that night, I had the sensation of a phantom thread in my mouth.)
For a little while I was worried that I might have gotten something stuck over there, but the healing process ejected it last night, and all is nice and smoothish in upper-left-rear-gum-land.
It looks like our gaming group will finally all be together to take on out Smallville campaign of Shercroft Academy. I smell Fall finale on this one.
Five hours later, my entire mouth hurt. It was the stress of constantly moving my tongue and my mouth around to avoid and accomodate the string hanging down from the top of my mouth. I couldn't focus, I could barely stand it. For a moment, I considered taking vicodin, not for the pain (which was mostly gone by then), but for the constant stress of that damned silk.
I called the dentist's office, confirmed that someone would be there in an hour, and ran out of my office as fast as I could notify my supervisor. Metro to my house, drive to the office, then five minutes in the chair and my mouth felt ten times better.
(Unfortunately, starting an hour later, and continuing until I went to sleep that night, I had the sensation of a phantom thread in my mouth.)
For a little while I was worried that I might have gotten something stuck over there, but the healing process ejected it last night, and all is nice and smoothish in upper-left-rear-gum-land.
It looks like our gaming group will finally all be together to take on out Smallville campaign of Shercroft Academy. I smell Fall finale on this one.
