RELIEF
I returned to the dentists' offices the next day. After more adjustment, I was given a special mouthwash to help numb it. It helps. Sorta. Some.
I went to my physician's appointment the following day. My blood pressure still requires close scrutiny. I suggested it might be a bit high this time due to mouth pain. I explained. An old-wives-tale type treatment for mouth pain was shared. It's weird but many of those old concoctions are. It works better than the stuff made expressly to numb the mouth. And less expensive too, I'll bet. Too bad nothing always works. Booze might. But I'm on strong meds, not a good idea to mix 'em.
I still cannot chew, of course. However, thanks to recommendations from kind and caring people, I have a more varied diet than just milkshakes and yogurt. Thinned oatmeal, farina, and grits put something a bit more solid in me to help stay the hunger. I bought some Popsicle type things and use them to rub my gums. Yeah, just like a teething baby. It helps but it's not perfect either.
I've lost four pounds this week. I needed to. I think I could stand to lose about ten more. People around here disagree, saying I'm already thin. If I was still wearing Size 8, I might agree. I'm not. I don't. I'm somewhere around a 12, maybe a ten. If I squeeze. I'm 5'4" so that's a bit of weight packed in a small space, especially with a damaged spine. But it feels good to hear it once in a while.
My little adventure has produced some interesting surprises. I haven't been back to work, not even concerts. Hey, I can't wear my teeth, I'm in too much pain, and a lot of phone and in-person conversing is a part of the job. Might need to be understood, there, ya' know. Well, I can wear the uppers up to an hour now, the lowers considerably less. Uh-uh, not enough. No working.
I don't know why but I'm sleeping. A lot. Too much. I can lie down, fall asleep fast, sleep for six hours. Then get up and prepare dinner or whatever, spend some time with a book or TV, and go to bed on time, fall asleep easily, and sleep all eight hours at night. Something's not right. I figure I'm hiding from the pain and hiding from other things happening in our lives. Before I had trouble falling asleep and didn't take naps.
Apparently the 'Watchers' have concluded Ricky and I are "adorable." Adorable? After twenty-six-plus years together? O-o-o-ka-a-ay.
There's quite a collection of people here to attend the Molly Hatchet concert tonight. That's nice. Since I'm not 'able' to work, I get to miss out on the majority of today's insanity. (Tee hee) Sadly, it also means I'm not working on my whodunit.
Well, I thought you might like to know I've found ways to get some relief, however brief. I'm trying to keep you posted on the process and progress. I thought it a strange change of pace.
I went to my physician's appointment the following day. My blood pressure still requires close scrutiny. I suggested it might be a bit high this time due to mouth pain. I explained. An old-wives-tale type treatment for mouth pain was shared. It's weird but many of those old concoctions are. It works better than the stuff made expressly to numb the mouth. And less expensive too, I'll bet. Too bad nothing always works. Booze might. But I'm on strong meds, not a good idea to mix 'em.
I still cannot chew, of course. However, thanks to recommendations from kind and caring people, I have a more varied diet than just milkshakes and yogurt. Thinned oatmeal, farina, and grits put something a bit more solid in me to help stay the hunger. I bought some Popsicle type things and use them to rub my gums. Yeah, just like a teething baby. It helps but it's not perfect either.
I've lost four pounds this week. I needed to. I think I could stand to lose about ten more. People around here disagree, saying I'm already thin. If I was still wearing Size 8, I might agree. I'm not. I don't. I'm somewhere around a 12, maybe a ten. If I squeeze. I'm 5'4" so that's a bit of weight packed in a small space, especially with a damaged spine. But it feels good to hear it once in a while.
My little adventure has produced some interesting surprises. I haven't been back to work, not even concerts. Hey, I can't wear my teeth, I'm in too much pain, and a lot of phone and in-person conversing is a part of the job. Might need to be understood, there, ya' know. Well, I can wear the uppers up to an hour now, the lowers considerably less. Uh-uh, not enough. No working.
I don't know why but I'm sleeping. A lot. Too much. I can lie down, fall asleep fast, sleep for six hours. Then get up and prepare dinner or whatever, spend some time with a book or TV, and go to bed on time, fall asleep easily, and sleep all eight hours at night. Something's not right. I figure I'm hiding from the pain and hiding from other things happening in our lives. Before I had trouble falling asleep and didn't take naps.
Apparently the 'Watchers' have concluded Ricky and I are "adorable." Adorable? After twenty-six-plus years together? O-o-o-ka-a-ay.
There's quite a collection of people here to attend the Molly Hatchet concert tonight. That's nice. Since I'm not 'able' to work, I get to miss out on the majority of today's insanity. (Tee hee) Sadly, it also means I'm not working on my whodunit.
Well, I thought you might like to know I've found ways to get some relief, however brief. I'm trying to keep you posted on the process and progress. I thought it a strange change of pace.