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aprilstarchild) wrote2005-08-24 10:51 am
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I'm going to be missing at least part of my day at work tomorrow....*grumble*
There's been this plastic syringe thingie on the coffee table. There's lots of crap on the coffee table though, so I sorta ignored it.
My mouth has begun to hurt more, not less, especially on the bottom, especially on the bottom right. Although oddly enough, only after I woke up and ate. I looked at it with a flashlight, and oh dear gods it's nasty. A huge gaping hole with black and white stuff in it. Plus, my mouth tasted really bad.
So I figure I've got dry socket or something. I call them up, and they ask me if I've been cleaning it out with the syringe. *headslap* No, and nobody told me about it, I've just been rinsing my mouth out with salt water. Hell, my mom just told me yesterday that I have a followup appointment. She asked me when it was in this conversational tone, and I had to tell her I had no idea what she was talking about. Turns out I have an appointment on the second of September. No offense mom, but anything they told us after I woke up, I don't remember.
So, feeling like a fucktard (and realizing that
zeeohee was right) I went upstairs to attempt to clean food particles out of the gaping hole behind my molars.
Nothing would come out. So I took a really soft toothbrush to the spot, and it hurt so bad I got shaky and started to cry. Tried spraying it out, and while the nasty taste came out of it, nothing else did except a little blood. Looked at it with a flashlight, the hole is bigger than the last time I looked.
So with shaking hands I call them up again. And now I have an appointment tomorrow at their Glisan office. Meanwhile I have a feeling I'm going to use up the rest of my Vicodin. Oh gods does it hurt. And now I have to call my supervisor and tell her I'm going to miss at least tomorrow from work as well. Bloody hell.
Oweeee!!
EDIT: So I went upstairs after I posted to try again. Well, the stupid syring slipped and I stabbed myself with it, so now I'm bleeding like crazy and I really have cried from it hurting. Plus, I've realized, it's kinda humiliating to realize I have to miss another day of work and have my dad drive me out to Glisan because I have food rotting a hole in my gums. I rinsed with that nasty Rx mouthwash and now I'm tempted to just curl up in the fetal position and never eat again.
I was going to do my laundry and some other stuff today but I really don't feel like it.
There's been this plastic syringe thingie on the coffee table. There's lots of crap on the coffee table though, so I sorta ignored it.
My mouth has begun to hurt more, not less, especially on the bottom, especially on the bottom right. Although oddly enough, only after I woke up and ate. I looked at it with a flashlight, and oh dear gods it's nasty. A huge gaping hole with black and white stuff in it. Plus, my mouth tasted really bad.
So I figure I've got dry socket or something. I call them up, and they ask me if I've been cleaning it out with the syringe. *headslap* No, and nobody told me about it, I've just been rinsing my mouth out with salt water. Hell, my mom just told me yesterday that I have a followup appointment. She asked me when it was in this conversational tone, and I had to tell her I had no idea what she was talking about. Turns out I have an appointment on the second of September. No offense mom, but anything they told us after I woke up, I don't remember.
So, feeling like a fucktard (and realizing that
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Nothing would come out. So I took a really soft toothbrush to the spot, and it hurt so bad I got shaky and started to cry. Tried spraying it out, and while the nasty taste came out of it, nothing else did except a little blood. Looked at it with a flashlight, the hole is bigger than the last time I looked.
So with shaking hands I call them up again. And now I have an appointment tomorrow at their Glisan office. Meanwhile I have a feeling I'm going to use up the rest of my Vicodin. Oh gods does it hurt. And now I have to call my supervisor and tell her I'm going to miss at least tomorrow from work as well. Bloody hell.
Oweeee!!
EDIT: So I went upstairs after I posted to try again. Well, the stupid syring slipped and I stabbed myself with it, so now I'm bleeding like crazy and I really have cried from it hurting. Plus, I've realized, it's kinda humiliating to realize I have to miss another day of work and have my dad drive me out to Glisan because I have food rotting a hole in my gums. I rinsed with that nasty Rx mouthwash and now I'm tempted to just curl up in the fetal position and never eat again.
I was going to do my laundry and some other stuff today but I really don't feel like it.
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I just feel stupid that I didn't think about what the syringe on teh coffee table was for.
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It is irresponsible for the Dentist office to expect you to remember anything they tell you after the process. They should have given you a printed list of instructions for care and what to worry about and not worry about.
I hope tomorrow goes well. Keep us posted.
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And you're right, it really doesn't. I was talking to my mom about the whole thing and pointed out that I don't remember most of the time between waking up from general and getting to the car, and my mom mentioned that I went to the bathroom. I remember it now (I had no modesty and insisted my mom stay in there with me because I was positive I wouldn't be able to get back up on my own) but not until she mentioned it.
I also apparently giggled a lot right after coming out of the anesthesia.
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If it's any consolation, I know someone who actually got an abcess that way. at least for you they can just clear things out. =)
I never had to do the syringe thing personally. *shrug* just lucky that way, I guess.
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*hugs* hope you feel better soon...
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I talked to my mom, she feels dumb for not telling me what the syringe is for. And now I feel guilty for her feeling guilty!
I'm all thtupid on Vicodin again, but I did get my laundry started. *lol*
Interestingly (and thankfully) enough, my top two extractions haven't given me any problems at all! So there's something to be happy about. That, and my supervisor's really nice about people taking time off from work, especially since she had dry socket herself after her wisdom teeth came out.
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Whether it's food or dry socket, I have an appointment tomorrow, and that's all good, they can figure it out and fix it.
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*hug*
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