May 19, 2015 15:31
I am toothless. I mean, not completely toothless. Upper wisdom toothless. The dentist took one look at it yesterday and said, 'Oh yes, that will have to come out,' and then he took an X-ray and then he took the tooth out. No messing about. Just a delightful cracking sound while he worked on it. I thought it was quite quick (I was in and out in half an hour), but he said it was a tougher job than he thought, because of the awkward angle it was growing at. Then he showed me the result and said, 'Look at that, what a monster!' So well done me, for my giant sideways tooth.
I had a droopy face wadded up with cotton pads, so I went home until I was more presentable. My mother and John were cat-sitting, or rather, were sitting outside drinking tea while Alistair hid under the bed. So that's going well.
Last night the blood clot fell out of where the tooth was, which, according to the pamphlet the dentist gave me, means I need to be alert for dry socket. Thanks, pamphlet! I will do that. (The pamphlet also says I am not to drink through a straw.)
At any rate, I am exhausted. My eyes feel like burning embers, I have had a headache since yesterday afternoon and I kept waking up during the night covered in sweat. I am not sure if that's dry socket or just a reaction to the trauma of having a tooth pulled out. I also keep thinking all the rest of my teeth are crumbling, but I'm fairly sure that's overactive imagination rather than dry socket.
Unrelated: a haberdashery store catalogue in today's paper that says this:
Rod and curtain set* 25% off
* Includes rod and curtain
Good to know.
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