textbook stuff
Dustin woke up yesterday in excruciating pain, looking not unlike a squirrel with a nut in its cheek pouch.
We went to the dentist, figuring that something was up with his wisdom tooth. The dentist took one look at him and said that his mouth was so swollen that it'd be impossible to do anything to the tooth, so he prescribed antibiotics and strongly recommended that we head to the ER to have his cheek drained, so we did.
It turns out (after a CAT scan and some bloodwork) that there's nothing in his cheek that can be drained. His tooth is badly infected, and the swelling is nothing but tissue trying to fight the infection. The type of infection he has can be lethal if it is allowed to spread.
They admitted him last night, and they're planning to keep him until the swelling is gone, which will take at least another two days, if not longer. The tooth is scheduled to come out next Wednesday.
I'm glad he's getting the care he needs, and I'm very happy that he's no longer in pain, but this really couldn't have come at a worse time. He doesn't have insurance, I still don't have a job (although I'm obviously working on it), and I'm running out of money very quickly. I don't regret moving here for a second, as I firmly believe this would've happened regardless of where we live, but I really wish the circumstances could've been a bit different. I don't know how much more sleep I can afford to lose.
On a lighter note, I am watching the webcast of Imogen Heap's show at the Royal Albert Hall. Love The Earth was phenomenal, and seeing her perform always makes me a little giddy, no matter how I feel about everything else.
We went to the dentist, figuring that something was up with his wisdom tooth. The dentist took one look at him and said that his mouth was so swollen that it'd be impossible to do anything to the tooth, so he prescribed antibiotics and strongly recommended that we head to the ER to have his cheek drained, so we did.
It turns out (after a CAT scan and some bloodwork) that there's nothing in his cheek that can be drained. His tooth is badly infected, and the swelling is nothing but tissue trying to fight the infection. The type of infection he has can be lethal if it is allowed to spread.
They admitted him last night, and they're planning to keep him until the swelling is gone, which will take at least another two days, if not longer. The tooth is scheduled to come out next Wednesday.
I'm glad he's getting the care he needs, and I'm very happy that he's no longer in pain, but this really couldn't have come at a worse time. He doesn't have insurance, I still don't have a job (although I'm obviously working on it), and I'm running out of money very quickly. I don't regret moving here for a second, as I firmly believe this would've happened regardless of where we live, but I really wish the circumstances could've been a bit different. I don't know how much more sleep I can afford to lose.
On a lighter note, I am watching the webcast of Imogen Heap's show at the Royal Albert Hall. Love The Earth was phenomenal, and seeing her perform always makes me a little giddy, no matter how I feel about everything else.