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Welp. I managed to get into the dentist before my appointment next week.
Good thing, too.
Last night, I couldn't sleep because the pain was phenomenal. The only thing that helped was very cold water and it never lasted very long before I needed to drink a little more. I don't think I got more than five minutes at a stretch and on the couch, as laying down amps up the pain something fierce. So when I called the dentist office first thing, I was, to be fucking blunt, miserable.
I think I got up to pee more times last night than I did when I was heavily pregnant with either of my two. Add to that the frequent handwashing that has only exacerbated the patch of eczema on my right hand.
Today has been...not great. I can't chew anything without pain, so it was soft foods or liquids and nothing hot. I even had my morning tea when it was room temperature, which was kind of gross, but also caffeine, so I drank it down. So, between the sheer amount of cold water I've been drinking for pain management (as nothing else was working anymore), and the liquid diet, I've been both a little nauseous and incredibly hungry all damn day.
BUT, I now have a diagnosis: one of my lower molars is dying, specifically the first or 6-year molar on the right side. I've already had the same thing happen on the left (also the 6-year molar), which is why I had a fancy new fake tooth put in two years ago.
I got scrips for pain management, inflammation, and, most importantly, antibiotics. As it is likely that the tooth itself is cracked and can't be saved, I'm totally fine with having the damn thing removed. So I get to go back to the dental surgeon and have my tooth forcibly removed from my face once the referral goes through. Joy.
At least, now, I know what it is, that it's totally treatable, and soon coffee/tea won't betray me.
Good thing, too.
Last night, I couldn't sleep because the pain was phenomenal. The only thing that helped was very cold water and it never lasted very long before I needed to drink a little more. I don't think I got more than five minutes at a stretch and on the couch, as laying down amps up the pain something fierce. So when I called the dentist office first thing, I was, to be fucking blunt, miserable.
I think I got up to pee more times last night than I did when I was heavily pregnant with either of my two. Add to that the frequent handwashing that has only exacerbated the patch of eczema on my right hand.
Today has been...not great. I can't chew anything without pain, so it was soft foods or liquids and nothing hot. I even had my morning tea when it was room temperature, which was kind of gross, but also caffeine, so I drank it down. So, between the sheer amount of cold water I've been drinking for pain management (as nothing else was working anymore), and the liquid diet, I've been both a little nauseous and incredibly hungry all damn day.
BUT, I now have a diagnosis: one of my lower molars is dying, specifically the first or 6-year molar on the right side. I've already had the same thing happen on the left (also the 6-year molar), which is why I had a fancy new fake tooth put in two years ago.
I got scrips for pain management, inflammation, and, most importantly, antibiotics. As it is likely that the tooth itself is cracked and can't be saved, I'm totally fine with having the damn thing removed. So I get to go back to the dental surgeon and have my tooth forcibly removed from my face once the referral goes through. Joy.
At least, now, I know what it is, that it's totally treatable, and soon coffee/tea won't betray me.
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