It's just my luck that simple procedures go awry
I had my two bottom wisdom teeth removed, last Wednesday. Things were going fine and I was off in my own little daze from the nitrus-oxide. Until my body decided that it doesn't like nitrus-oxide. And I almost threw up on my dentist. And then I'm home and attempting to recover on the couch, only to discover that taking Vicodin without food is stupid (but what else are you going to do when you're too sore to eat and can barely open your mouth anyway?).
But I got some relief, Wednesday evening. And I must say that Josh is positively the sweetest guy in the world, without even trying. He went in to work early on Wednesday so that he could get off work earlier and come see me. And even though I had to take a nap in order to feel better, while he was there, he stayed there until I woke up and tucked me into bed before he left to catch the 11:30 boat.
I started to feel a little better and was able to be out and about on Saturday, but the right side of my mouth kept bugging me all day (I downed a lot of Ibuprofen) and by 2:00 AM on Sunday morning, I was rolling around my bed in pain. My mom called my dentist at about 5:30 (he gave us his home phone and cell phone numbers, just in case) and we were supposed to go see him at his office at 8:00. Except I once again had issues with the Vicodin and spent the entire morning vomiting and dry heaving, barely able to lift my head, let alone get out of bed and get in the car to drive into Langley. So he put me on different pain meds and some anti-inflammatory pills and some antibiotics.
I'm doing better now. The swelling in my cheek has gone down a lot, though my face still looks kinda funny. And I definitely won't be going anywhere until the swelling goes down completely. Either way, I don't plan on doing anything until I'm completely healed. I get the stitches out on Thursday, July 6th. Josh says that's the easiest part and I won't have any problems with that. So that's good, 'cause I'm really tired of having problems.
This whole thing has been pretty depressing, really. Nobody's called to see how I'm doing or has expressed any concern, except for Josh. We've only been going out for two weeks, and he's already proved himself to be more than amazing. He brought my popsicles when he came to see me after my teeth were out, last week. And today he was flying back from a business trip in Iowa and is driving straight here from the airport. And he's taking half of tomorrow off (he couldn't get the whole day off, sadly). He's catching the 11:00 ferry and I can't wait to see him. He's going to be my relief. And god knows I need some relief.
But I got some relief, Wednesday evening. And I must say that Josh is positively the sweetest guy in the world, without even trying. He went in to work early on Wednesday so that he could get off work earlier and come see me. And even though I had to take a nap in order to feel better, while he was there, he stayed there until I woke up and tucked me into bed before he left to catch the 11:30 boat.
I started to feel a little better and was able to be out and about on Saturday, but the right side of my mouth kept bugging me all day (I downed a lot of Ibuprofen) and by 2:00 AM on Sunday morning, I was rolling around my bed in pain. My mom called my dentist at about 5:30 (he gave us his home phone and cell phone numbers, just in case) and we were supposed to go see him at his office at 8:00. Except I once again had issues with the Vicodin and spent the entire morning vomiting and dry heaving, barely able to lift my head, let alone get out of bed and get in the car to drive into Langley. So he put me on different pain meds and some anti-inflammatory pills and some antibiotics.
I'm doing better now. The swelling in my cheek has gone down a lot, though my face still looks kinda funny. And I definitely won't be going anywhere until the swelling goes down completely. Either way, I don't plan on doing anything until I'm completely healed. I get the stitches out on Thursday, July 6th. Josh says that's the easiest part and I won't have any problems with that. So that's good, 'cause I'm really tired of having problems.
This whole thing has been pretty depressing, really. Nobody's called to see how I'm doing or has expressed any concern, except for Josh. We've only been going out for two weeks, and he's already proved himself to be more than amazing. He brought my popsicles when he came to see me after my teeth were out, last week. And today he was flying back from a business trip in Iowa and is driving straight here from the airport. And he's taking half of tomorrow off (he couldn't get the whole day off, sadly). He's catching the 11:00 ferry and I can't wait to see him. He's going to be my relief. And god knows I need some relief.