Oww....
Bad tooth. Bad, bad tooth. Now that you are out of my mouth, I should be rejoicing, though theoretically I have lost a tiny bit of wisdom and my proof of age. Instead I have this stiff feeling to my jaw, and the left (to me) side of my face is a still and swollen limb, an appendage belonging to someone else, because surely my own would be telling me things. To the touch, it is fever hot, protesting the abrupt removal of a part of mine own jaw. Wisdom tooth, thou art not wise, for if thy were, thy would not have grown at all, and spared me this haunting promise of pain like your three siblings did.
For those of you who don't get my little soliloquy, I just got the one and only wisdom tooth I ever grew yanked out of my mouth. I'm pretty sure I'll be hurting, but I'm not yet. Novocaine is a beautiful invention, except the swelling eyes and weeping for the next few days. This is advance notice, I will fail my gym requirements this week. I'm going back tomorrow to get the crown put in. No, I will not be bouncing around like a maniac exercising with a jaw that wants to secede from the bodily union. And an upper jaw, to wit, so if my sinuses start going AWOL, I'm blaming bad trade issues from jaw to sinus.
The dentist has noticed my jaw tends to lock under the influence of Novocaine, btw. He has to pry it fully open, I can barely get it wide enough to slip a spoon between my teeth later on. So right now I'm talking pretty slurry with numb lips, numb tongue, one half my cheek on strike, and a jaw that's decided it's no longer a hinge joint. By personal preference, I talk fairly quietly too, having been smacked and told I talked loudly, and thus training that habit out. I am sure that a few days of this will be utter torment for my family, since I need to speak up to get attention often. They hate straining to hear me when I'm hushed. Heh. Joys.
Oh, just for fun, you wouldn't believe the options LiveJournal gives me for having spelled soliloquy soliquy. "soliloquy, silky, colloquy, cliquey, slug, solidi, Solly, silica, sludgy, Solis, slimy, solid, Selig, slick, sulky, Slinky, slinky, clique, slippy, solely, soling, soil, solute, solo, silk, slit, slog, slowly, slut, Solis's, colicky, silkily, solider, Sol, liq, silly, sol, silty, soils, Sollie, liquor, Slocum, slay, slue, slur, sole, slid, slim, slip, sloppy, slum, soggily, soil's, soiled, sold, sols, slickly, sulkily, Salk, silage, slag, sulk, Sally, Selia, Selie, Sully, Zolly, sally, slier, slink, soggy, solar, sully, Sol's, sol's, Solly's" Pretty funny, isn't it? Although what's more amusing, I actually know what all those words mean, and have used them all at one point in time in conversation. I am a sad, over-educated Bookwyrm. Anyways, I need the amusement, something to snicker at. One side of my jaw is current off duty, and I'm stuck to tepid water to drink, no straws, and soft mushy foods until it heals. Then tomorrow afternoon, after a job faire, I shall be relieving the other side of the jaw from duty. I shall be most depleted of ability to chew. I think thick soups without chunks of meats or vegetables will be my diet for the foreseeable future. Gah. Tepid, too, since I can't have hot stuff, nor spicy stuff, nor cold stuff.... I am so screwed....
For those of you who don't get my little soliloquy, I just got the one and only wisdom tooth I ever grew yanked out of my mouth. I'm pretty sure I'll be hurting, but I'm not yet. Novocaine is a beautiful invention, except the swelling eyes and weeping for the next few days. This is advance notice, I will fail my gym requirements this week. I'm going back tomorrow to get the crown put in. No, I will not be bouncing around like a maniac exercising with a jaw that wants to secede from the bodily union. And an upper jaw, to wit, so if my sinuses start going AWOL, I'm blaming bad trade issues from jaw to sinus.
The dentist has noticed my jaw tends to lock under the influence of Novocaine, btw. He has to pry it fully open, I can barely get it wide enough to slip a spoon between my teeth later on. So right now I'm talking pretty slurry with numb lips, numb tongue, one half my cheek on strike, and a jaw that's decided it's no longer a hinge joint. By personal preference, I talk fairly quietly too, having been smacked and told I talked loudly, and thus training that habit out. I am sure that a few days of this will be utter torment for my family, since I need to speak up to get attention often. They hate straining to hear me when I'm hushed. Heh. Joys.
Oh, just for fun, you wouldn't believe the options LiveJournal gives me for having spelled soliloquy soliquy. "soliloquy, silky, colloquy, cliquey, slug, solidi, Solly, silica, sludgy, Solis, slimy, solid, Selig, slick, sulky, Slinky, slinky, clique, slippy, solely, soling, soil, solute, solo, silk, slit, slog, slowly, slut, Solis's, colicky, silkily, solider, Sol, liq, silly, sol, silty, soils, Sollie, liquor, Slocum, slay, slue, slur, sole, slid, slim, slip, sloppy, slum, soggily, soil's, soiled, sold, sols, slickly, sulkily, Salk, silage, slag, sulk, Sally, Selia, Selie, Sully, Zolly, sally, slier, slink, soggy, solar, sully, Sol's, sol's, Solly's" Pretty funny, isn't it? Although what's more amusing, I actually know what all those words mean, and have used them all at one point in time in conversation. I am a sad, over-educated Bookwyrm. Anyways, I need the amusement, something to snicker at. One side of my jaw is current off duty, and I'm stuck to tepid water to drink, no straws, and soft mushy foods until it heals. Then tomorrow afternoon, after a job faire, I shall be relieving the other side of the jaw from duty. I shall be most depleted of ability to chew. I think thick soups without chunks of meats or vegetables will be my diet for the foreseeable future. Gah. Tepid, too, since I can't have hot stuff, nor spicy stuff, nor cold stuff.... I am so screwed....