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So, since losing the job I didn’t really want and assisting DH with the business, life has been pretty good. We could of course stand to have the phone ringing off the hook a bit more, and I would love one of those fancy store front offices off a main road, but all that will come in due time I am sure.
On the downside, about 5 days ago my face began to hurt like someone punched me in it and then it started swelling up as if I had eaten an entire bag of peanuts.1 I waited a bit to see if maybe I had eaten something I shouldn’t have but the swelling only got worse, and so did the pain.
I finally went to the hospital only to be tortured by some incompetent jerk face who thought watching me scream, squirm and cry were delightful. He claimed I have a tooth abscess, way up under my eyeball… and then to prove it he began poking on my gums. I felt no pain when he did that, so he pushed on my teeth. That didn’t trigger anything either so he jammed his finger up inside my mouth which shot pain through me like I have never felt before.
After he did that I was in hysterics because my cheek pain was now face and eyeball pain. He offered me an injection to stop the discomfort… something he claimed was a “nerve blocker’. I was in so much agony so I said ‘ok, sure.’
He came back 10 minutes later with a needle, after I had calmed down a bit and asked me to hold my lips. He was going to inject me up through my gums!!!! I was like what?!?! I can not possibly endure being jammed with a needle in my now tender gums while holding my own mouth! Was he crazy?
I asked for a moment to compose myself, to get my head right but he wasn’t having any of it. I grabbed my lips to pull them up – not an easy task with a swollen face – and he proceeded to slowly poke around inside my mouth and stick me with this needle.
It was a nightmare. He was causing me even more pain and I was groaning – of course – while he kept telling me to STAY STILL!
I don’t know what the point of it was, but in the end, I had numb lips and gums, a bloody mouth, and my face was still throbbing. The pain had spread even further down my face and into my ear and neck. He didn’t seem to care though… he was just excited that my gums were numb.
By now, DH was stuck between being pissed off and concerned so he chatted with Dr. Idiot for a few while I laid there shaking and crying from the new found pain and my inability to feel my lips. They decided I needed some pain medicine because I was now clearly suffering.
Fifteen minutes later, a nurse comes in with not one needle, but three. She injects me in my arms with some morphine, antibiotics, and something else I don’t recall the name of.
Over three hours after we arrived, we finally got to leave. And I can honestly say that was the first – and hopefully last time – I have ever left a hospital feeling worse than when I arrived.
It’s been a few days since then, and I still feel like crap. Part of my face still are numb. Not to mention that antibiotics taste horrible! I already have a pill phobia, and these nasty buggers instantly stick to my tongue when I put them in my mouth. If I drink too much water, I want to hurl, not enough water, and all I can taste is nasty pills.
They gave me vicodin for the pain but I have watched way too much Intervention to take those as prescribed. I usually pop one before bed and for some reason they take an eternity to kick in so I can’t rely on them too much.
Anyway, that’s been my week. Not fun! And looking at the pile of work on my desk, it’s about time I rejoin the pain free world.
- damn allergies [↩]
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