I had a week that, mostly, I’d like to forget. It ended with my face looking like this
Notice anything strange? I’m not talking about the blotchy skin and no make-up. NO ONE shall speak of that. ‘K?
Here’s the tale.
Sunday night – little pain in upper left teeth. Doesn’t last long. Denial works just fine.
Monday evening – Pain starts again. Radiating thru 4 teeth in ever increasing throbs. Hard to concentrate on "Hell’s Kitchen".
Tuesday morning – I give in and call my dentist. I don’t like him and have been wanting to switch. They get me back with a bit of dental karma when I find out they’re on vacation until the 14th. I call the "substitute" dentist and they agree to see me NOW. 2 x-rays and some poking/prodding/air blowing later, they determine it’s a sinus infection, not dental, because my
son-of-a-bitch teeth don’t hurt (at that moment in time).
I call the allergist and they make room for me for an afternoon appointment. I get a ‘scrip for antibiotics and away I go.
Wednesday all day – Can’t close my teeth together because of the pain in my upper jaw. I’m thinking "I’ve never had a sinus infection kick my butt like this". As a result, I can’t eat any solid food. Living on Advil.
Wednesday night into Thursday morning – ONE tooth and gum start to throb around 7pm and DOES. NOT. STOP. THROBBING. for 12 hours. (I had to watch the "Project Runway" elimination in between bouts of salt water rinses). Mouth laughs at my feeble attempt to stop the pain with Advil. I switch to 12 hour Midol – which is Naproxin (and because misery loves company, I start getting "cramps"). I don’t get to sleep until around 4:30 am.
Thursday morning – I call "substitute" dentist to tell them about the pain. Why should I be the only one suffering? They’re gonna hear it from me. I’m told that they’re sure it’s my sinuses.
Still no eating. Bitchiness ensues. Tom behaves like a doll and does stuff that I can’t, around the house.
And the antibiotics, they’re not helping at this point.
Friday (almost done) – I took my lop-sided, swollen face to get a haircut. Tom walks in and tells me that, while he was getting his allergy shots, he mentioned my symptoms. They want to see me ASAP. I go over to the allergist (Covered in hair. Lovely.) and he does a tap dance on my teeth with a tongue depressor. I nearly kick him in the…ahem…nuts. He says my problem is dental. Then he goes the extra step and calls around for a dentist that can see me right away. On. A. Friday. Afternoon. One of the nurses mentions her dentist and they can see me.
Tom drives to work (1 hour trip) and then decides that he’s going to come home so he can take me to the dentist. See? A doll! Let’s not mention the 25 minutes he took, while I was waiting to be seen, to drive to Dick’s Sporting Goods to buy golf balls. He’s only human!
Friday afternoon? Oh. Just a partial root canal, thank you very much. 3 sessions with the "numbing needle (I’m a tough numb-er) and 2 hours in the "chair of darkness".
Today – Saturday – pain free. Except for the pain in my neck, from laying on the "rack" for those 2 hours. Golly. I must have been a bit tense. Still have a swollen face but I can chew (on the other side until I get the root canal finished up).
On the UP side – I could have had that root canal done by a dentist (the substitute) that reminded me of…let’s just say that his knuckles didn’t QUITE drag on the ground.
And I have a new dentist! Oh JOY of joys.
Thus ends the tale of "Puffy L".
I’ve made some progress on the Green Gables. About 5 more inches and the body is done.
And I’m going to cast on for Tom’s Drunken Argyle vest, today.
Wesley is doing the growing thing. Check out these comparison photos.
Tom’s size has not changed. Wes is starting to be
slightly more than a handful.
While typing up this post, I got a phone call. My dear friend and bowling teammate, Erma, passed away last night.
She was 94 and lived a wonderful, fascinating life. She had been working on a book of her life and I hope that, one day, I will be able to read it.
I loved this lady. I believe that she’s safe, happy and at peace, now.
God Bless You, Erma.