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Sep. 26th, 2002 06:24 pmFirst off, my apologies to anyone if i were quieter than usual last night at coffee. As some of you know, i was having a significant amount of pain from a broken tooth. Ended up taking medication last night to get to sleep, and i knew the instant it wore off this morning. Ended up taking a trip to the dentist today, and had the tooth extracted- about seventy-five percent of it above the gumline was gone, and there wasn't really much left to save.
I hate going to medical people in general, and most of all dentists- probably dating to an encounter with an oral surgeon at about age seventeen, who stitched the inside of my lip back together after i got a hockey stick in the mouth (word to any kids out there who like hockey and want to play- wear a face shield, even when you're old enough not to have to. Take my word for it- even though shields can be inconvenient, they're more fun than having bits of your mouth stitched back together [even though i do have fond recollections of the surgeon's nurse, because she spent the whole procedure sitting with her lower legs on my shouleder, keeping me from moving my head with her knees. I think her name was Svetlana. *sigh* Ah, to be young again.] Forty-four stitches later, it was all back together, and all that's really visible of it now is a scar inside my lip- although if i shaved my beard, there may still be traces there as well.)
Anyway, a few major doses of ibuprofen and some Vicodan should get me through the next few days reasonably pain-free, if somewhat drugged. Bleh. Not the way i planned to spend Thursday and Friday, but it's better than the pain i was dealing with for the last forty-eight hours.
I hate going to medical people in general, and most of all dentists- probably dating to an encounter with an oral surgeon at about age seventeen, who stitched the inside of my lip back together after i got a hockey stick in the mouth (word to any kids out there who like hockey and want to play- wear a face shield, even when you're old enough not to have to. Take my word for it- even though shields can be inconvenient, they're more fun than having bits of your mouth stitched back together [even though i do have fond recollections of the surgeon's nurse, because she spent the whole procedure sitting with her lower legs on my shouleder, keeping me from moving my head with her knees. I think her name was Svetlana. *sigh* Ah, to be young again.] Forty-four stitches later, it was all back together, and all that's really visible of it now is a scar inside my lip- although if i shaved my beard, there may still be traces there as well.)
Anyway, a few major doses of ibuprofen and some Vicodan should get me through the next few days reasonably pain-free, if somewhat drugged. Bleh. Not the way i planned to spend Thursday and Friday, but it's better than the pain i was dealing with for the last forty-eight hours.
