So, my tooth/mouth pain continued to increase. Because Mike was working, I wasn't able to get back in to the dentist until Monday morning. I was having trouble swallowing, it felt like I was being repeatedly punched in the jaw and my ear was sore. Enough was enough. The dentist looked in my mouth and said it looked like skin was starting to grow over the exposed bone and maybe a few more days and it would be good. I asked him to freeze me up and dig around. If it was going to be another week of healing, it may as well be worth it. Shit all goes down hill from here.
While he was giving me my first round of freezing, I felt an electric zap in my tongue. He immediately apologized and said sometimes when that tongue nerve is touched, it can take up to two weeks for the feeling to come back. I just about arched my back to kick him in the face. Seriously?!? Round one of freezing didn't work so he injected me again. That round of freezing worked too well...the top of my ear was numb. The first thing Mr. Dentist did was break off the shard of exposed bone that was sticking up through my gums. He did this by using what looked like a large pair of nail clippers. The sound of that bone breaking made me just about puke. After that, he cut open my gum at the extraction site and looked in. Sure as shit...partial dry socket. FML. He packed the socket with some nasty stuffing that tastes like dentist office and sent me home.
By the time the freezing was almost out, I started to get a minor headache. As the evening wore on, said headache began to increase. My face was puffy, my mouth was sore, everything was super loud and the lights were beginning to hurt my eyes. Oh joy of joys...a migraine was coming on...as if I didn't already have enough shit to deal with.
The worst of the pain kicked in around 10:00pm. I tried to lay down, but my the pain was coming in waves and I was starting to sob. Mike wanted to help but he was tied up with Andrew. The most comfortable place for me to be was sitting on the bathroom floor, in the dark, with an ice pack on my head. At one point, Mike came to check on me and I was sitting straight up, with the frozen corn perched on top of my head and I was mumbling about our second dog. We don't have a second dog. Mike panicked a bit and thought I was hallucinating. I tried to reassure him that I was just dreaming, but it did little to quell his fears.
I was freezing cold so I decided to have a shower. The shower ended up turning into a scalding hot bath that I fell asleep in. Mike kept checking on me to make sure my mouth wasn't dipping below the water line. He was relieved when I finally started to snore because it meant he didn't have to come check on me every other minute.
I snoozed in the tub for close to an hour. When I finally woke up, my headache was gone...cue the Hallelujah Chorus. As quickly as the headaches come, they disappear just as fast. To make things that much better, my mouth actually feels okay...cue the second verse of the Hallelujah Chorus!!
I really, really hope this is the end of my dental saga. I'd like to be able to back to writing about more interesting topics - like why I hate my iPhone or the gong show of that which is my wedding ring.
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