Today, I am taking a sick day. I don't remember the last time I took a real sick day, with the entire plan for the day being to take it easy and get better.
I had wisdom tooth surgery this morning. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I think that was because too looking forward to being without pain again. Tony drove me there and stayed while I got the procedure done.
I was put in a big well-lit room with lots of scary equipment. All the nurses/dental assistants were so nice and did their very best to make me feel at ease. I got a topical anesthetic to make the novacaine shots more bareable, but they were only slightly effective. Then I sat around and read, waiting to get numb. It didn't happen. So I got more shots. More waiting. I was in less pain, but certainly not numb. I was terrified he was going to slice into my gums and I would feel it. We went through the shots and waiting at least once or twice more. I think the dentist was getting a little frustrated, as he asked if I was sure I didn't want to come back another day and do this under general anesthesia. Finally, after 6-10 shots, just about the entire right side of my face was numb. The dentist and two assistants performed the surgery. One of them held my forehead in place with both hands, and while I'm sure it was purely functional, it was very reassuring and calming to me. I felt next to nothing in my mouth until they actually pulled the tooth out, at which point their was some very uncomfortable pressure. And then he stitched me up and it was done. Probably 5 minutes, max (not including the waiting to get numb time). I couldn't believe it was that "easy." It lacked most of the things I hate about the dentist, which are uber painful shots in the gums (most of the shots went into my cheek-ish area), the scrappy pointy thing and drilling. As a matter of fact, if I have to get the others removed at some point, even if I do have good insurance, I think I'll opt to stay awake.
Tony brought me home, and for a good long while, I felt completely fine, just sleepy. And all of a sudden the novacaine wore off. And the pain was intense. As well it should be, seeing as I had just had my gums sliced open and a tooth wrenched out. It throbbed and burned and stung. Tony brought me some vicodin and I downed it, even though I was advised not to take any meds before I had some other liquids in me. Screw that. After entirely too long, the vicodin started having it's effect. Which was to dull the pain enough so that I could talk and get me a Slurpee. I guess others have just built vicodin up too me. I expected to be pain free and flying high, and instead I'm just on the lower side of functional. I still hurt, but not so bad that I can't breathe.
Tony insisted that I don't go to work. I was in little state to argue. When I spent hours at the dentist for root canals, I went straight to work right after. I assumed this would be similar. I guess I severely underestimated the pain I'd be in. So I texted work, offered my most sincere apologies and told them I would really prefer not to go to work today. I'm sure they weren't thrilled, but it sounds like both of the parents are at home today (the dad working from home, and the mom not working at all for the time being), so it really shouldn't be that big a deal for them to take care of their own children for 3.5 hours.
So now Tony's off to work (although he offered several times to stay home and take care of me; my mom also offered to come out and be with me. I am a very foretunate girl), and I have a big night planned. I will venture off this couch to procure me another Slurpee (the dentist imposed an all liquid diet for today, and I can't really see myself cheating on this diet), a dinner Slurpee, and then it's me and the couch all night long. I've got my laptop for Warcraft, my remote for Tivo, my vicodin, my water, my kitties, my book, my Gameboy, my pillow and my phone. I am absolutely set for a sick day. The only thing I'm missing is my Tony.
I had wisdom tooth surgery this morning. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I think that was because too looking forward to being without pain again. Tony drove me there and stayed while I got the procedure done.
I was put in a big well-lit room with lots of scary equipment. All the nurses/dental assistants were so nice and did their very best to make me feel at ease. I got a topical anesthetic to make the novacaine shots more bareable, but they were only slightly effective. Then I sat around and read, waiting to get numb. It didn't happen. So I got more shots. More waiting. I was in less pain, but certainly not numb. I was terrified he was going to slice into my gums and I would feel it. We went through the shots and waiting at least once or twice more. I think the dentist was getting a little frustrated, as he asked if I was sure I didn't want to come back another day and do this under general anesthesia. Finally, after 6-10 shots, just about the entire right side of my face was numb. The dentist and two assistants performed the surgery. One of them held my forehead in place with both hands, and while I'm sure it was purely functional, it was very reassuring and calming to me. I felt next to nothing in my mouth until they actually pulled the tooth out, at which point their was some very uncomfortable pressure. And then he stitched me up and it was done. Probably 5 minutes, max (not including the waiting to get numb time). I couldn't believe it was that "easy." It lacked most of the things I hate about the dentist, which are uber painful shots in the gums (most of the shots went into my cheek-ish area), the scrappy pointy thing and drilling. As a matter of fact, if I have to get the others removed at some point, even if I do have good insurance, I think I'll opt to stay awake.
Tony brought me home, and for a good long while, I felt completely fine, just sleepy. And all of a sudden the novacaine wore off. And the pain was intense. As well it should be, seeing as I had just had my gums sliced open and a tooth wrenched out. It throbbed and burned and stung. Tony brought me some vicodin and I downed it, even though I was advised not to take any meds before I had some other liquids in me. Screw that. After entirely too long, the vicodin started having it's effect. Which was to dull the pain enough so that I could talk and get me a Slurpee. I guess others have just built vicodin up too me. I expected to be pain free and flying high, and instead I'm just on the lower side of functional. I still hurt, but not so bad that I can't breathe.
Tony insisted that I don't go to work. I was in little state to argue. When I spent hours at the dentist for root canals, I went straight to work right after. I assumed this would be similar. I guess I severely underestimated the pain I'd be in. So I texted work, offered my most sincere apologies and told them I would really prefer not to go to work today. I'm sure they weren't thrilled, but it sounds like both of the parents are at home today (the dad working from home, and the mom not working at all for the time being), so it really shouldn't be that big a deal for them to take care of their own children for 3.5 hours.
So now Tony's off to work (although he offered several times to stay home and take care of me; my mom also offered to come out and be with me. I am a very foretunate girl), and I have a big night planned. I will venture off this couch to procure me another Slurpee (the dentist imposed an all liquid diet for today, and I can't really see myself cheating on this diet), a dinner Slurpee, and then it's me and the couch all night long. I've got my laptop for Warcraft, my remote for Tivo, my vicodin, my water, my kitties, my book, my Gameboy, my pillow and my phone. I am absolutely set for a sick day. The only thing I'm missing is my Tony.