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Yeah. Well. It's a fucking dry socket.
Which is just lovely, considering how well I took care of them.
The doctor was really dismissive and the entire appointment was only about 20 minutes for the consultation on the stitches that had come out, the stitch removal, irrigation of the extraction sites, getting me my own syringe, and medicating the dry socket. He medicated the lower left, which he didn't actually say was a dry socket, he just said that there was some exposed bone and they were going to medicate it. I guess he thought I wouldn't understand, or I would ask too many questions if he used any big medical terms like 'dry socket'. And, I guess nothing is wrong with the right side... which is odd, since it hurts way more...
I'm seeing the other dentist next week. I liked him better.
Oh, and he didn't give me any more pain medication. Which is sick and wrong, because I'm going to be hurting at least until Sunday, and I only have about 15 pills left, and I have to take them two at a time (because I've been prescribed vicodin about 4 times in the past 8 months, so I have a bit of a tolerance) and I generally need two or three doses a day. Which equals about 2 or 3 days of pain relief. And also that I'll run out on the weekend.
And the medication (which is just some stuff that looks like tobacco soaked in some oils extracted from cloves, nutmeg, and bay leaf) tastes awful. And he told me I can't wash it out until Sunday. Which makes no sense, since all it does is work as an anesthetic, it doesn't actually do anything for the healing process.
Edit because I want to bitch but I don't want to flood my f-list by making another post. Under the cut so this doesn't get too long.
Fuck! This really hurts. I mean, I've been tattooed on my fucking feet, and I can hardly stand this pain. I think that's because it's in my mouth and so it gets to me a lot more. And also because I'm really hungry and have been for like... an hour, but I'm afraid of the added pain if I eat.
I really think the dentist didn't catch on to the fact that I have two dry sockets. According to everything I've read and everyone I've asked, I absolutely should not be in any pain this long after the surgery, unless I have dry sockets. Well, I'm in a lot of fucking pain. I'm hoping they have some 3rd dentist I can see.
Also, my cats are such trouble makers. Just now, Kiletti was walking along the top of the bookshelf and knocking things over. Not because they're in her way - she goes up there all the time without knocking anything down. But now, there are papers all over the floor. I think because she thought it would be funny.
And I can't pee in privacy anymore. Any time I go into the bathroom for any reason, even if I'm just putting away towels or checking my make-up, Sallas RUNS in there and starts crawling all over me and whatever I'm touching. If I shut him out, he will spend the entire time that I'm in there shoving his paws under the door. I brush my teeth, he gets into the sink right when I want to spit out the toothpaste. I take my glasses off to do my make up, he knocks them off of wherever I put them. As soon as I open the door (if I had shut him out) he runs in and checks out absolutely everything in the bathroom. If I'm showering and he gets in, he stands on his hind legs, front paws on the edge of the tub, and watches me. And our bathroom door doesn't latch anymore, so I can't really keep him out unless I'm using the toilet. I don't know what his problem is, but it's really starting to get to me.
Also, Kiletti loves to climb up the curtain on our bed and get ontop. We spray the hell out of her when she does, but she doesn't get the message. And now one of the sheets we got for our wedding is ruined from her putting tons of holes in it. (we were using it as the top for our canopy bed) Sallas can't climb that well, so he's been staying off of it, but now that he's getting tall he tries to jump up there from underneath it, and he sinks his claws in there. It's already ruined, so I don't see a point in taking it down to try to save it, but I'm worried about how to train them so they don't ruin the next thing we put up there.
Kiletti has three ancient enemies, apparently - socks, towels, and paper. Any of those things that she can get to, she will viciously attack and/or carry off to some secret hiding place. We have so many missing socks, and so much of my notebook is torn up. You know the old 'the dog ate my homework' thing? Yeah, cats make for a much better excuse. She's torn up many of my character sheets. Her hatred of socks is so deep, that she will attack your foot (I mean really attack - it /hurts/) if she deems your socks to be a threat.
I love my cats, really. I just also hate them.
And I hate incompetent health professionals. I have had so fucking many of them. It's like... why me? Some of my friends have nothing but pure faith in anyone in the medical field. I, on the other hand, have always had shitty therapists, doctors who call me a liar or drug hound, and dentists who ignore my needs or hate teeth. (I had a dentist who told me, about two separate teeth on two different occasions, that I should just have them pulled. Luckily, I had another dentist tell me that the teeth could be saved and there was no reason to pull them and I went with that.)
Also, I use too many commas. But, whatever.
Also, I had a really bad nightmare the other night about a really good, really old friend of mine and her family. She has a very large family, 8 kids. Anyone who knows both of us well will know who I mean, others wont and that's just as well.
Anyway, the parts about her were blurry - she was going into a graduate program for something completely unlike her and she changed completely, but I didn't know why. And then I saw this documentary on TV about her family, and it turned out that one of the kids in her family killed another one of the kids and then killed himself. (it was really weird, actually, because the kid who did it was interviewed on the documentary and was telling his side of the story, but that included killing himself) And this had happened recently, and no one told me.
Yeah, I woke up really, really upset from that one. I didn't go back to sleep until the next night. It happened like 4 days ago, but I still think about it a lot. It's complete nonsense - their family is full of some of the happiest, most well adjusted people I've ever met, but it really, really gets to me.
Anyway... I'm running out of rant-juice for now. I wish I had someone to talk to at this time of night. It's really lonely being primarily nocturnal.
Which is just lovely, considering how well I took care of them.
The doctor was really dismissive and the entire appointment was only about 20 minutes for the consultation on the stitches that had come out, the stitch removal, irrigation of the extraction sites, getting me my own syringe, and medicating the dry socket. He medicated the lower left, which he didn't actually say was a dry socket, he just said that there was some exposed bone and they were going to medicate it. I guess he thought I wouldn't understand, or I would ask too many questions if he used any big medical terms like 'dry socket'. And, I guess nothing is wrong with the right side... which is odd, since it hurts way more...
I'm seeing the other dentist next week. I liked him better.
Oh, and he didn't give me any more pain medication. Which is sick and wrong, because I'm going to be hurting at least until Sunday, and I only have about 15 pills left, and I have to take them two at a time (because I've been prescribed vicodin about 4 times in the past 8 months, so I have a bit of a tolerance) and I generally need two or three doses a day. Which equals about 2 or 3 days of pain relief. And also that I'll run out on the weekend.
And the medication (which is just some stuff that looks like tobacco soaked in some oils extracted from cloves, nutmeg, and bay leaf) tastes awful. And he told me I can't wash it out until Sunday. Which makes no sense, since all it does is work as an anesthetic, it doesn't actually do anything for the healing process.
Edit because I want to bitch but I don't want to flood my f-list by making another post. Under the cut so this doesn't get too long.
Fuck! This really hurts. I mean, I've been tattooed on my fucking feet, and I can hardly stand this pain. I think that's because it's in my mouth and so it gets to me a lot more. And also because I'm really hungry and have been for like... an hour, but I'm afraid of the added pain if I eat.
I really think the dentist didn't catch on to the fact that I have two dry sockets. According to everything I've read and everyone I've asked, I absolutely should not be in any pain this long after the surgery, unless I have dry sockets. Well, I'm in a lot of fucking pain. I'm hoping they have some 3rd dentist I can see.
Also, my cats are such trouble makers. Just now, Kiletti was walking along the top of the bookshelf and knocking things over. Not because they're in her way - she goes up there all the time without knocking anything down. But now, there are papers all over the floor. I think because she thought it would be funny.
And I can't pee in privacy anymore. Any time I go into the bathroom for any reason, even if I'm just putting away towels or checking my make-up, Sallas RUNS in there and starts crawling all over me and whatever I'm touching. If I shut him out, he will spend the entire time that I'm in there shoving his paws under the door. I brush my teeth, he gets into the sink right when I want to spit out the toothpaste. I take my glasses off to do my make up, he knocks them off of wherever I put them. As soon as I open the door (if I had shut him out) he runs in and checks out absolutely everything in the bathroom. If I'm showering and he gets in, he stands on his hind legs, front paws on the edge of the tub, and watches me. And our bathroom door doesn't latch anymore, so I can't really keep him out unless I'm using the toilet. I don't know what his problem is, but it's really starting to get to me.
Also, Kiletti loves to climb up the curtain on our bed and get ontop. We spray the hell out of her when she does, but she doesn't get the message. And now one of the sheets we got for our wedding is ruined from her putting tons of holes in it. (we were using it as the top for our canopy bed) Sallas can't climb that well, so he's been staying off of it, but now that he's getting tall he tries to jump up there from underneath it, and he sinks his claws in there. It's already ruined, so I don't see a point in taking it down to try to save it, but I'm worried about how to train them so they don't ruin the next thing we put up there.
Kiletti has three ancient enemies, apparently - socks, towels, and paper. Any of those things that she can get to, she will viciously attack and/or carry off to some secret hiding place. We have so many missing socks, and so much of my notebook is torn up. You know the old 'the dog ate my homework' thing? Yeah, cats make for a much better excuse. She's torn up many of my character sheets. Her hatred of socks is so deep, that she will attack your foot (I mean really attack - it /hurts/) if she deems your socks to be a threat.
I love my cats, really. I just also hate them.
And I hate incompetent health professionals. I have had so fucking many of them. It's like... why me? Some of my friends have nothing but pure faith in anyone in the medical field. I, on the other hand, have always had shitty therapists, doctors who call me a liar or drug hound, and dentists who ignore my needs or hate teeth. (I had a dentist who told me, about two separate teeth on two different occasions, that I should just have them pulled. Luckily, I had another dentist tell me that the teeth could be saved and there was no reason to pull them and I went with that.)
Also, I use too many commas. But, whatever.
Also, I had a really bad nightmare the other night about a really good, really old friend of mine and her family. She has a very large family, 8 kids. Anyone who knows both of us well will know who I mean, others wont and that's just as well.
Anyway, the parts about her were blurry - she was going into a graduate program for something completely unlike her and she changed completely, but I didn't know why. And then I saw this documentary on TV about her family, and it turned out that one of the kids in her family killed another one of the kids and then killed himself. (it was really weird, actually, because the kid who did it was interviewed on the documentary and was telling his side of the story, but that included killing himself) And this had happened recently, and no one told me.
Yeah, I woke up really, really upset from that one. I didn't go back to sleep until the next night. It happened like 4 days ago, but I still think about it a lot. It's complete nonsense - their family is full of some of the happiest, most well adjusted people I've ever met, but it really, really gets to me.
Anyway... I'm running out of rant-juice for now. I wish I had someone to talk to at this time of night. It's really lonely being primarily nocturnal.