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melayneseahawkNot dead, but there are days when I think it would be easier, if nothing else.
Wisdom teeth came out just fine (I was my usual shocky self coming out of the anesthetic, but we're used to that by now), recovery had been going rather well, the whole yogurt and potato soup diet aside, thought I was on the mend. And then lo and behold, I'm going upstairs after finishing my strawberry, chocolate yogurt, and chocolate soy milk (don't say ka 'til you've tried it, and half a point to anyone who gets that reference) and I discover that there's a thing poking out of my gum at the back end of the left incision. A thing that is sharp, causes dull pain when left alone and sharp pain and bleeding when poked at, and my mother was able to feel, too, after sticking her fingers in my mouth. Cue freak-out, because that's the way I do things, and calling the oral surgeon, who swears "someone will call you back in a few minutes", because my darling father wanted an excuse to put off going to the ER until morning. Note to oral surgeon: I know it's 10:30 on a Saturday night, but if you say you have someone on call, plz to be havink person on call, da?
Man, I was hoping to get out of an ER trip this year.
Wisdom teeth came out just fine (I was my usual shocky self coming out of the anesthetic, but we're used to that by now), recovery had been going rather well, the whole yogurt and potato soup diet aside, thought I was on the mend. And then lo and behold, I'm going upstairs after finishing my strawberry, chocolate yogurt, and chocolate soy milk (don't say ka 'til you've tried it, and half a point to anyone who gets that reference) and I discover that there's a thing poking out of my gum at the back end of the left incision. A thing that is sharp, causes dull pain when left alone and sharp pain and bleeding when poked at, and my mother was able to feel, too, after sticking her fingers in my mouth. Cue freak-out, because that's the way I do things, and calling the oral surgeon, who swears "someone will call you back in a few minutes", because my darling father wanted an excuse to put off going to the ER until morning. Note to oral surgeon: I know it's 10:30 on a Saturday night, but if you say you have someone on call, plz to be havink person on call, da?
Man, I was hoping to get out of an ER trip this year.
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29/7/07 05:23 (UTC)and then we'll die :)
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29/7/07 05:25 (UTC)