| 2:37p |
And another tooth goes....
Just about to leave for the dentist. The intermittent swelling that I've had on the gum below one tooth for almost five years (and which was quite painless for 99% of the time) turned out to be a "bone abcess" - sufficiently far away from the blood supply that antibiotics were no use, but also not very close to any nerves).
Anyway, I finally had an appointment to get the tooth above pulled, and the whole thing scoured out in the immediate run-up to Beltane, but I really didn't want to have it done just then. Unfortunately, today was the next soonest appointment I could get, and the damn' thing finally started getting painful about mid-May.
[And of course, there's still the foot thing, and the cold from last week that made the beer festival such fun (I don't think it's hayfever- or tobacco-withdrawal- related, if only 'cos it's a bit more widespread than I'd expect either of those to be) - I guess I'm just getting old and falling apart]
Current Mood: Not looking forward.... |
| 10:33p |
aaarrgghhhh!
Quite a nasty session. Had to lose the lower left molar that had the bone abcess, and have my bridge repaired. Trouble is,I seem to have re-acquired my insensitivity to local anaesthetic. So while that was cutting in, my bridge got taken out (revealing another problem - maybe why it keeps loosening) and new cement put on the steel rods. But this is only a temporary fix: some time in the next few months, I get to have either end of the bridge removed, and a plate instead. Not happy about this: I had a plate from age seven to my early twenties, and they've a nasty habit of breaking on food, but it seems you can't really have a 5-tooth bridge.
By the time we'd finished talking about all that, the second batch of lignocaine had cut in (or so we thought at the time, anyway). And bone abcess or not, the offending tooth was incredibly well rooted. I should not have needed to pull my head and jaw one way with both hands while the dentist pulled the pliers the other.
That didn't work, so out came the drill again to chop the tooth up. This made it possible to remove most of the top half in stages, but getting at the roots was tricky (and somewhat sore).
So here I am, with a rather sore mouth, and absolutely starving: I can't eat, really, 'cos of the blood clot that mustn't be disturbed, and my antibiotics are disrecommended on an empty stomach. Oh, and no alcohol (fair enough - it'd probably mix badly with the ibuprofen/codeine sweeties), smoking (fell off wagon with that on Friday and Saturday, but wouldn't have been, anyway), hot drinks, cold drinks, chewy food, sticky food, sharp food....
If all goes true to form, there'll be damn' all sleep tonight and rather a lot of discomfort for the next few days.
On the bright side, I am so glad I didn't have the tooth out the Thursday before Beltane.
Current Mood: ouch... |