Update: Oh my fucking god, y’all. You know how I said in my first post about this that it usually rights itself after a few days?
Woke up this morning and realized I can bite down again. There’s still a little tenderness around the tooth that was driving me bats, but it’s not horrid, screaming pain anymore. It must have just been pressing right on a nerve for the last couple days, and now it’s not. I really do marvel at the body’s ability to fix itself sometimes.
Me: You’re not gonna believe this. My tooth doesn’t hurt anymore.
Al: Well, now that that’s over… I’ve been wanting to talk to you about our relationship.
Al: Just kidding.
Me: I hate you.
Al: But I loooove you!
So this means I have to go to this consultation with the oral surgeon today minus the motivating pain, which means I have to make a rational decision about having teeth yanked. And if I could make a rational decision about having teeth yanked, I wouldn’t have any wisdom teeth right now. Terrific.
Thanks for all the advice, everybody. I have an appointment with an oral surgeon tomorrow. I tried to eat a piece of bread today, accidentally clacked my top and bottom teeth together, and was in teary pain for like half an hour afterwards. That was me crossing the threshold between “Extraction would still be worse than this” and “I’m about to tie this tooth to a fucking doorknob and slam it.”
It’s only one tooth causing me terrible pain right now, but all of my wisdom teeth are impacted. One’s broken halfway through and stayed that way for years, and my dentists have been reasonably pleased with my skill at keeping it from becoming a bacteria farm. Two haven’t broken through at all, and have never bothered me. The tooth in question is actually the closest to being normal; it’s almost as long as the one next to it and only slightly crooked. But something shifted in there, and the motherfucker is now crowding the other teeth and/or pounding right on a nerve. As much as I love soup and smoothies, I would like to be able to chew again someday.
I’m sure they’ll want to take all four out, but I don’t think that’s happening. A) I don’t have dental insurance, and that’d be bloody expensive. B) I am a big baby. And yes, I understand that having them all out at once would mean I never have to go though this again, and not having them all out means I probably will go through this again, when I’m even older and slower to heal, but C) I am also not very bright sometimes.
Aaaanyway. Tomorrow’s just a “consultation,” but I fully expect it will result in scheduling an extraction a.s.a.p. Which means I fully expect (nay, demand) to be in a Vicodin haze through the weekend and possibly into next week. Also, I’m not going to be able to smoke, so my strategy is going to be to sleep as much as possible. MAYBE the upside of this will be that I quit smoking for real. Or maybe I’ll just be a dopey, insufferable mess for several days, then go right back to the status quo.
I wore my yogatard all day today, because I felt too crappy to deal with more than one item of clothing. Between that and the sparkling personality I’m likely to have post-extraction, I will be a lucky, lucky woman if Al and I are still together by the end of next week.
Posting-wise, I’ll do what I can.
Comments are open for voting on whether I should go for nitrous or the K.O. I’m leaning toward the latter.