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Okay. Monday, 8:30 the nerve comes out, either via root canal or extraction, and the very nice lady apologized profusely for not being able to get me in today, but evidentally there were eight other emergencies already. Bad day for teeth. If there's any swelling or discharge, I call and get a prescription for penicillin. 800 mg of ibufrofen every few hours (Christ, good thing I don't drink, that's gotta be rough on my kidneys/liver/whatever.) and while they can't prescribe painkillers without seeing me first, I'll probably be Vicodin-ing it up in the evenings from my private stash--doesn't do jack for the pain, but at least I can sleep through it.

Four days. Can I handle four days of excruciating pain? (No, but hopefully it won't be quite so excruciating the whole time--last time, I was in agony for a day and a half, and then suddenly fine. This time is rather worse, but I still hold out hope for waking up tomorrow morning going "Hey! I feel fine!") And it can't be worse than the car trip, because I have hot packs, cold packs, home remedies, and vastly more important, the computer and books to distract myself from, y'know, agony.

I have the dentist's cel number, so if I just can't take any more, I can call him and...um...whine, I suppose.

Four days. Whew. Oh, well, builds character.

It's weird to find myself really REALLY wanting to go to the dentist.

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ursulav

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Okay. Monday, 8:30 the nerve comes out, either via root canal or extraction, and the very nice lady apologized profusely for not being able to get me in today, but evidentally there were eight other emergencies already. Bad day for teeth. If there’s any swelling or discharge, I call and get a prescription for penicillin. 800 mg of ibufrofen every few hours (Christ, good thing I don’t drink, that’s gotta be rough on my kidneys/liver/whatever.) and while they can’t prescribe painkillers without seeing me first, I’ll probably be Vicodin-ing it up in the evenings from my private stash–doesn’t do jack for the pain, but at least I can sleep through it.

Four days. Can I handle four days of excruciating pain? (No, but hopefully it won’t be quite so excruciating the whole time–last time, I was in agony for a day and a half, and then suddenly fine. This time is rather worse, but I still hold out hope for waking up tomorrow morning going “Hey! I feel fine!”) And it can’t be worse than the car trip, because I have hot packs, cold packs, home remedies, and vastly more important, the computer and books to distract myself from, y’know, agony.

I have the dentist’s cel number, so if I just can’t take any more, I can call him and…um…whine, I suppose.

Four days. Whew. Oh, well, builds character.

It’s weird to find myself really REALLY wanting to go to the dentist.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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Let the record show that I am cautiously impressed with the effect of heroic doses of Ibuprofen. 800mg is twice what I'd normally take, not being the sort who exceeds recommended dosages without suggestion of a medical professional*, and it was sufficient to turn the normally ho-hum effects of Advil into "Hey, this is actually doin' something!"

I'd prefer the enforced painlessness of Heavy Drugs, natually, but any port in a storm. Today hasn't been nearly as bad, probably because of the massive Advil infusions, the occasional hot and cold compress, and I even managed a pretty solid nap instead of a festering semi-conscious paean to pain. I have high hopes that tomorrow I might achieve some measure of normal functionality.

I even got a little work done. Not much, mind you, but enough to make me feel that I'm not completely disjointed in time, the way doing nothing would. The Digger buffer's probably gonna have to pick up the slack, since I'm not THAT functional, and unfortunately that's gonna mean I'll need to do some kind of massive one-month-of-digger-in-a-week explosion early next month, to catch up and get the buffer in place for my two-week Midwest Furfest-then-Thankgiving marathon, but I'm already expecting November to be a little wacky anyhow, so hey, what's a little more?


*Ironic given my usage of recreational pharmecueticals, no? But I actually researched all my drugs very carefully first. In the school library. In retrospect, it was sorta like a "The More You Know..." commercial filmed in Bizarroworld.**

**And one of these days, I'll figure out why my high school library had a copy of "The Doors of Perception."

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ursulav

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Let the record show that I am cautiously impressed with the effect of heroic doses of Ibuprofen. 800mg is twice what I’d normally take, not being the sort who exceeds recommended dosages without suggestion of a medical professional*, and it was sufficient to turn the normally ho-hum effects of Advil into “Hey, this is actually doin’ something!”

I’d prefer the enforced painlessness of Heavy Drugs, natually, but any port in a storm. Today hasn’t been nearly as bad, probably because of the massive Advil infusions, the occasional hot and cold compress, and I even managed a pretty solid nap instead of a festering semi-conscious paean to pain. I have high hopes that tomorrow I might achieve some measure of normal functionality.

I even got a little work done. Not much, mind you, but enough to make me feel that I’m not completely disjointed in time, the way doing nothing would. The Digger buffer’s probably gonna have to pick up the slack, since I’m not THAT functional, and unfortunately that’s gonna mean I’ll need to do some kind of massive one-month-of-digger-in-a-week explosion early next month, to catch up and get the buffer in place for my two-week Midwest Furfest-then-Thankgiving marathon, but I’m already expecting November to be a little wacky anyhow, so hey, what’s a little more?

*Ironic given my usage of recreational pharmecueticals, no? But I actually researched all my drugs very carefully first. In the school library. In retrospect, it was sorta like a “The More You Know…” commercial filmed in Bizarroworld.**

**And one of these days, I’ll figure out why my high school library had a copy of “The Doors of Perception.”

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

Meme it up, meme style!

Swiped from m'buddy dollraves, because I'm looking for something to amuse myself while the drugs do their work.
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breeden
ursulav

Meme it up, meme style!

Swiped from m’buddy dollraves, because I’m looking for something to amuse myself while the drugs do their work.

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Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.