Friday, August 06, 2004
they're out and good riddance
Surprisingly, I feel pretty well recovered from the nasty extraction. The anesthesia put me right out and when I came to, it was like being really buzzed without the nausea. Good times!
I still can't feel my lower lip or most of my chin. They are tingling, though, so I know the lidocaine is wearing off. I have about half an hour before I can take another narcotic (good stuff!). At least I can feel my tongue again—that took about three hours.
And no more gauze, at least for now—not having much of any bleeding.
I really expected to be very mentally fuzzy all day today, and I planned to do nothing but sleep. I did doze off for a while, but B. woke me up to change my gauze. I may take a nap once I pop another pill. Good times!
The thing that is suckiest is that I am fairly mentally alert, but pretty much stuck being inactive. (Any kind of activity can, apparently, increase bleeding. Bleeding is bad.)
So here I am, lounging on my bed, propped up on a boyfriend pillow, watching this depressing movie. Once again, all together, now, GOOD TIMES.
I still can't feel my lower lip or most of my chin. They are tingling, though, so I know the lidocaine is wearing off. I have about half an hour before I can take another narcotic (good stuff!). At least I can feel my tongue again—that took about three hours.
And no more gauze, at least for now—not having much of any bleeding.
I really expected to be very mentally fuzzy all day today, and I planned to do nothing but sleep. I did doze off for a while, but B. woke me up to change my gauze. I may take a nap once I pop another pill. Good times!
The thing that is suckiest is that I am fairly mentally alert, but pretty much stuck being inactive. (Any kind of activity can, apparently, increase bleeding. Bleeding is bad.)
So here I am, lounging on my bed, propped up on a boyfriend pillow, watching this depressing movie. Once again, all together, now, GOOD TIMES.
