Oh good heavens. I’m home from a tooth extraction. The anaesthetic is wearing off. But the pain is still there so it is possible, as the dentist observed, that the real source of the pain could be the tooth next to the one he pulled. That tooth had to go for sure. But yet, maybe I’ll have three days more agony to recover from the extraction and then a root canal. The very thought of it is bringing me out in a cold sweat.
The pain was totally gone from the injection so it’s possible that this is just a miserable return of sensation and that things will settle. Everything tastes of blood. I really really am not happy in my own skin at the moment. Thankfully to my huge relief it transpires that the charity auction I thought I was running on Sunday is November 8th not October 8th.
This returning pain is like nothing I have experienced yet. Wowee. Pain is just a warning mechanism etc. But this is not going to be a fun night. No sireee. Fuck.
I’m writing this early as the anaesthetic isn’t even fully worn off yet. I suspect that with an extraction so close to it I can’t get it rooted for a few days. I’m honestly not sure how I’ll manage if it stays at this level. It’s constant and like a clamp. I’m having to work really hard not to tense all the muscles in my face. Oh please let his just be post extraction pain and not that we did the wrong tooth first. Hellfire.
I have a comfortable room and a hot bath is possible. Some form of sleep will come. Oh pain. Oh pain. Oh horrible pain, why so near my brain.
I think the pain might exhaust me towards sleep. Or it might abate. I have some ten year old tramadol from a chef. Might be the time for that? Gods. I’m scared I will run out of stamina and just be a gibbering wreck in 3 three days time if it continues at anything like this level. I’m shivering. Frank is recovering from major surgery in the room next door. What a fucking pair.
owie.
I’m such a wuss. One second I’m blustering around announcing what a high pain threshold I’ve got. Next second I’m laid low by a tooth. Thank God I cleared my diary this week for Frank. If this had happened just a week ago it would have been a disaster. As it is it is just pain. Might affect Halloween walk practice a bit, might make it hard to catch Lou before her tour starts. But I don’t have to start work at 6 tomorrow morning…
So much for the plan where I was gonna be a tower of strength for Frank. You can’t predict toothache. Poor guy has had to put up with my pain for two days, and I’m vocal. Now I can’t stop shaking as soon as I get out of bed.
Antibiotics again soon, and one more ibu and codeine for all the difference they make. Then I’ll try and sleep. Long night ahead. Long few days I fear.
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Hot bath and time and it has dropped in pitch a little and I fear that it was magnified by returning after the total absence left by the anaesthetic. Life is pain, but we mostly put it to the background. This too shall pass. I’m staying up 2 more hours to have my second dose of antibiotics and then maybe an actual sleep.
AlBarclay 