llywela: (Pros-wheresmybed)
Dental surgery went okay yesterday - thanks everyone who left good wishes. Much, much less traumatic than the last one! The tooth came out more easily than either my dentist or the consultant had anticipated, as well. I want Dr Ramee Whatever-his-last-name-was to look after my mouth always! I bet he wouldn't ever have dropped tooth fragments down my throat like the last chap did...

Having said that, I did fish a couple of fragments out of my mouth afterward, mind.

The whole sedation thing was a bust, though. They gave me temazepan, which was meant to make me really relaxed for the surgery, but even though they gave it an hour to take effect, it didn't do anything. I was no more relaxed going into the surgery than I had been when they gave me the pill. Then it finally kicked in a full hour after the surgery was over already! Fat lot of good that was!

Still, once it kicked in, it kicked in with a vengeance. I was in bed and asleep by 7pm! Unheard of! Slept for almost 12 hours straight, too, apart from a brief interlude at 2.30am when I got up to rinse blood out of my mouth.

Minimal swelling so far, and I'm hoping it stays that way. Soreness mostly comes in waves but isn't too bad unless I try to open my mouth more than a crack. That'll make eating an interesting experience in these next few days...

All in all, though, it could have been a lot worse.
llywela: (Pros-wheresmybed)
Dental surgery went okay yesterday - thanks everyone who left good wishes. Much, much less traumatic than the last one! The tooth came out more easily than either my dentist or the consultant had anticipated, as well. I want Dr Ramee Whatever-his-last-name-was to look after my mouth always! I bet he wouldn't ever have dropped tooth fragments down my throat like the last chap did...

Having said that, I did fish a couple of fragments out of my mouth afterward, mind.

The whole sedation thing was a bust, though. They gave me temazepan, which was meant to make me really relaxed for the surgery, but even though they gave it an hour to take effect, it didn't do anything. I was no more relaxed going into the surgery than I had been when they gave me the pill. Then it finally kicked in a full hour after the surgery was over already! Fat lot of good that was!

Still, once it kicked in, it kicked in with a vengeance. I was in bed and asleep by 7pm! Unheard of! Slept for almost 12 hours straight, too, apart from a brief interlude at 2.30am when I got up to rinse blood out of my mouth.

Minimal swelling so far, and I'm hoping it stays that way. Soreness mostly comes in waves but isn't too bad unless I try to open my mouth more than a crack. That'll make eating an interesting experience in these next few days...

All in all, though, it could have been a lot worse.

EEK

Sep. 3rd, 2009 11:09 am
llywela: (DW-what?)
Just had a call from the dental hospital offering me a cancellation for tomorrow afternoon to have my wisdom tooth out.

That's short notice! Impressively quick, though. I only had the initial consultation a couple of weeks ago and expected to have to wait much longer. So much for nightmare waiting lists, eh. Well done, NHS.

I really was not anticipating having to undergo surgery this week, but it will be nice to get rid of the wretched thing at last, and Friday afternoon means I get the whole weekend to recover before having to face work with a swollen jaw.

EEK

Sep. 3rd, 2009 11:09 am
llywela: (DW-what?)
Just had a call from the dental hospital offering me a cancellation for tomorrow afternoon to have my wisdom tooth out.

That's short notice! Impressively quick, though. I only had the initial consultation a couple of weeks ago and expected to have to wait much longer. So much for nightmare waiting lists, eh. Well done, NHS.

I really was not anticipating having to undergo surgery this week, but it will be nice to get rid of the wretched thing at last, and Friday afternoon means I get the whole weekend to recover before having to face work with a swollen jaw.
llywela: (Default)
Got back home to my own flat this afternoon. Feels like forever since I've been here - my dad came to get me at about 7.30am last Tuesday when I phoned all upset about my face being so swollen and painful, and apart from a brief dash through on Thursday to collect some clothes and toiletries I haven't been home since.

So much needs doing around the place. It can all wait!

I bring with me a handful of get well cards I seem to have accumulated, an enormous bunch of flowers my sister sent down from Withyham, and a selection of soft food and ready meals to get me through the next few days.

Have been well taken care of for the last couple of days since I came out of hospital, my mum and dad being great, but have escaped just in time as Small has now come down with a heavy cold, possibly flu, and has a raging temperature, headache, all over aches and pains, sore throat, etc. I don't want to catch that. Probably will, though, as I spent most of this morning cwtching her on the settee. This made an interesting change from the Calico cat, who practically velcroed herself to me when I arrived on Thursday. If I was sitting, she was on my lap; if I was lying down, she was cwtched up alongside me. She knows she is my girl.

Now begins the slow process of working out what day it is and what to do next. I'm not taking my Sunday School class tomorrow, that's for sure. Probably won't go back to work on Monday, either, unless I've started firing on a lot more cylinders between now and then. Boss said not to rush, so I won't. Feels weird, though - I've been off since Monday afternoon. I've never, ever taken so much sick leave in my life!

Will probably go in on Tuesday. Cyril will be giving me a lift in anyway, so I won't have to walk. And I've got a dentist appointment I'm going to keep. I was due for a checkup when all this blew up that we never got around to in the end, and I can maybe talk to him about how I really don't like having such a big gap in my mouth...

I'll get used to it in the end, though. Have to, really.
llywela: (Default)
Got back home to my own flat this afternoon. Feels like forever since I've been here - my dad came to get me at about 7.30am last Tuesday when I phoned all upset about my face being so swollen and painful, and apart from a brief dash through on Thursday to collect some clothes and toiletries I haven't been home since.

So much needs doing around the place. It can all wait!

I bring with me a handful of get well cards I seem to have accumulated, an enormous bunch of flowers my sister sent down from Withyham, and a selection of soft food and ready meals to get me through the next few days.

Have been well taken care of for the last couple of days since I came out of hospital, my mum and dad being great, but have escaped just in time as Small has now come down with a heavy cold, possibly flu, and has a raging temperature, headache, all over aches and pains, sore throat, etc. I don't want to catch that. Probably will, though, as I spent most of this morning cwtching her on the settee. This made an interesting change from the Calico cat, who practically velcroed herself to me when I arrived on Thursday. If I was sitting, she was on my lap; if I was lying down, she was cwtched up alongside me. She knows she is my girl.

Now begins the slow process of working out what day it is and what to do next. I'm not taking my Sunday School class tomorrow, that's for sure. Probably won't go back to work on Monday, either, unless I've started firing on a lot more cylinders between now and then. Boss said not to rush, so I won't. Feels weird, though - I've been off since Monday afternoon. I've never, ever taken so much sick leave in my life!

Will probably go in on Tuesday. Cyril will be giving me a lift in anyway, so I won't have to walk. And I've got a dentist appointment I'm going to keep. I was due for a checkup when all this blew up that we never got around to in the end, and I can maybe talk to him about how I really don't like having such a big gap in my mouth...

I'll get used to it in the end, though. Have to, really.
llywela: (Default)
Finally back home (my parents' home, at least) after an unscheduled two day stint in hospital.

So much for keeping that wretched tooth. Monday night my face swelled up like a balloon. Tuesday morning I returned to the dentist for emergency treatment, and then again Tuesday evening when it was no better. That secind time he told me to go to Casualty. So, at 5.30pm Tuesday night I was in Casualty. By 7.30pm I was being admitted and having a central line inserted (took the doctor two very bloody attempts to get it in) to administer IV antibiotics. At that stage they were talking about general anaesthetic to remove the tooth and insert drains to relieve the infection. Yuck.

Having a central line in the elbow is very restrictive.

It is very difficult to sleep in hospital, what with the lights and bizarre noises all around, and the nurses waking you up all the time to administer drugs and check your vitals. They were all very nice, though.

Wednesday morning I was assessed again and then wheelchaired over to Max-Facs (the dental hospital) for treatment, via the subterranean passages where bits of the last series of Doctor Who were filmed. The porter who took me seemed to have worked there forever and was very chatty. Was then parked in a corridor and left to sit for what much have been an hour before they did anything with me. They decided that I was able to open my mouth wide enough to try extraction under local anaesthetic, and boy was that not fun. Not easy, either; the chap doing it had to get his supervisor to help in the end. And then I started gagging on the bits of broken tooth in my mouth. Yuck.

Back on the ward feeling worse than ever - in pain and nauseous. And, since the swelling was no better, wondering if it was really worth the procedure and loss of my tooth. Still hopeful of going home that night, at that stage, so was disappointed when the consultant decided that since I was there anyway and still running a temperature, they might as well keep me a second night and continue the IV antibiotics.

Started today by finally throwing up at 5am. More yuck. But the nurses came to the conclusion that taking anti-inflamatotories on a virtually empty stomach (hadn't eaten in days at that stage) was contributing to that. So I was finally able to start eating again, albeit soft food only.

And was finally allowed to go home. At length - the consultant said I could go at 9am, but I wasn't able to escape till nearer 2pm, clutching a bag full of drugs. Face is still swollen, but nowhere near as badly as it was. Feel grotty still, but miles better than this time yesterday. Boss has said not to rush back to work, which gives me some time to recover.

Am staying at my mum's for a couple of days. This computer is about to die, so won't use it much.
llywela: (Default)
Finally back home (my parents' home, at least) after an unscheduled two day stint in hospital.

So much for keeping that wretched tooth. Monday night my face swelled up like a balloon. Tuesday morning I returned to the dentist for emergency treatment, and then again Tuesday evening when it was no better. That secind time he told me to go to Casualty. So, at 5.30pm Tuesday night I was in Casualty. By 7.30pm I was being admitted and having a central line inserted (took the doctor two very bloody attempts to get it in) to administer IV antibiotics. At that stage they were talking about general anaesthetic to remove the tooth and insert drains to relieve the infection. Yuck.

Having a central line in the elbow is very restrictive.

It is very difficult to sleep in hospital, what with the lights and bizarre noises all around, and the nurses waking you up all the time to administer drugs and check your vitals. They were all very nice, though.

Wednesday morning I was assessed again and then wheelchaired over to Max-Facs (the dental hospital) for treatment, via the subterranean passages where bits of the last series of Doctor Who were filmed. The porter who took me seemed to have worked there forever and was very chatty. Was then parked in a corridor and left to sit for what much have been an hour before they did anything with me. They decided that I was able to open my mouth wide enough to try extraction under local anaesthetic, and boy was that not fun. Not easy, either; the chap doing it had to get his supervisor to help in the end. And then I started gagging on the bits of broken tooth in my mouth. Yuck.

Back on the ward feeling worse than ever - in pain and nauseous. And, since the swelling was no better, wondering if it was really worth the procedure and loss of my tooth. Still hopeful of going home that night, at that stage, so was disappointed when the consultant decided that since I was there anyway and still running a temperature, they might as well keep me a second night and continue the IV antibiotics.

Started today by finally throwing up at 5am. More yuck. But the nurses came to the conclusion that taking anti-inflamatotories on a virtually empty stomach (hadn't eaten in days at that stage) was contributing to that. So I was finally able to start eating again, albeit soft food only.

And was finally allowed to go home. At length - the consultant said I could go at 9am, but I wasn't able to escape till nearer 2pm, clutching a bag full of drugs. Face is still swollen, but nowhere near as badly as it was. Feel grotty still, but miles better than this time yesterday. Boss has said not to rush back to work, which gives me some time to recover.

Am staying at my mum's for a couple of days. This computer is about to die, so won't use it much.
llywela: (Default)
I saw my dentist this afternoon. He didn't give me an injection, though, and I'd got to the stage where I really wanted an injection! He did an x-ray, which revealed a very large infection under the tooth, and diagnosed that the nerve is dead. So he drilled into the tooth and drained off some of the infection, and has given me lots of antibiotics. I have to go back next week for more treatment, and then again to have a crown fitted. And my mouth hurts no less now than before I went.

Felt mildly pleased that I didn't do my usual 'deer in headlights' trick, though. Normally, when I'm in the dentist's chair, he could suggest just about anything and I'd agree to it. This time, however, I was rational and made clear that, having had one tooth out already, I wanted to keep this one. So, we're treating instead of removing.

It would probably hurt an awful lot less if I'd just let him pull it out!

Can barely speak, since mouth is swollen and sore. Hope the antibiotic kicks in soon.

But since this is scientifically verified to be the most depressing day of the year, I feel justified in feeling sorry for myself.
llywela: (Default)
I saw my dentist this afternoon. He didn't give me an injection, though, and I'd got to the stage where I really wanted an injection! He did an x-ray, which revealed a very large infection under the tooth, and diagnosed that the nerve is dead. So he drilled into the tooth and drained off some of the infection, and has given me lots of antibiotics. I have to go back next week for more treatment, and then again to have a crown fitted. And my mouth hurts no less now than before I went.

Felt mildly pleased that I didn't do my usual 'deer in headlights' trick, though. Normally, when I'm in the dentist's chair, he could suggest just about anything and I'd agree to it. This time, however, I was rational and made clear that, having had one tooth out already, I wanted to keep this one. So, we're treating instead of removing.

It would probably hurt an awful lot less if I'd just let him pull it out!

Can barely speak, since mouth is swollen and sore. Hope the antibiotic kicks in soon.

But since this is scientifically verified to be the most depressing day of the year, I feel justified in feeling sorry for myself.

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