Less smart
May. 5th, 2005 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidWell, I'm down a tooth, and so far, so good. I look like half a chipmunk, with the gauze in my mouth, but otherwise it's ok. Of course, this might be because the novocaine (or whatever) hasn't wholly worn off yet, or the ibuprofen kicked in already, but I'll take it.
The trickiest part for them was to get a decent x-ray; they took four of them, at last resorting to a machine that circled my face. Neat technology, but noisy. And they didn't cover the plastic thingy I was supposed to bite, either. Oh, and on an earlier try, they forgot the lead apron. Once they had the pictures, it was pretty easy. Er, for some value of easy. The anaesthesia is incredibly bitter, and I needed a lot of it. It's weird to have half the roof of my mouth swollen. And the absolute worst was hearing the cracking sounds, which made me want to shiver.
I've got prescriptions for ibuprofin, vicodin, and amoxicillin. I'm not to rinse, spit, smoke, or use a straw for 24 hours. No hot food for 2 hours. I'm to change the gauze every 30-40 minutes. Interestingly, if there's more than normal bleeding, they suggest biting on a tea bag (not herbal) for half an hour (of course, if that doesn't help, call them, yadda, yadda, yadda). Toomorrow I'm to start rinsing three or four times daily, but the instructions say warm water, not salt water. Huh. The stitch she put in is supposed to dissolve on its own; I'm the tiniest bit concerned about that, since my dad had an unfortunate incident with stitches that were supposed to dissolve and didn't, not how they were supposed to.
Other pluses: I have one less cavity to fill. I have a great excuse to eat pudding. The office had an excellent view of Copley and the Hancock building, from an angle I hadn't seen before (the reflections were excellent).
The trickiest part for them was to get a decent x-ray; they took four of them, at last resorting to a machine that circled my face. Neat technology, but noisy. And they didn't cover the plastic thingy I was supposed to bite, either. Oh, and on an earlier try, they forgot the lead apron. Once they had the pictures, it was pretty easy. Er, for some value of easy. The anaesthesia is incredibly bitter, and I needed a lot of it. It's weird to have half the roof of my mouth swollen. And the absolute worst was hearing the cracking sounds, which made me want to shiver.
I've got prescriptions for ibuprofin, vicodin, and amoxicillin. I'm not to rinse, spit, smoke, or use a straw for 24 hours. No hot food for 2 hours. I'm to change the gauze every 30-40 minutes. Interestingly, if there's more than normal bleeding, they suggest biting on a tea bag (not herbal) for half an hour (of course, if that doesn't help, call them, yadda, yadda, yadda). Toomorrow I'm to start rinsing three or four times daily, but the instructions say warm water, not salt water. Huh. The stitch she put in is supposed to dissolve on its own; I'm the tiniest bit concerned about that, since my dad had an unfortunate incident with stitches that were supposed to dissolve and didn't, not how they were supposed to.
Other pluses: I have one less cavity to fill. I have a great excuse to eat pudding. The office had an excellent view of Copley and the Hancock building, from an angle I hadn't seen before (the reflections were excellent).