Injuries I had this week:
- Monday evening, cutting Jimmy's hair, accidentally snipped my finger, left hand, just above the knuckle on my pointer finger. Swore out loud. Not very lady-like.
- Wednesday morning, I smashed my knuckle on my right hand while trying to re-rack my weights at the gym. This was about 6 a.m. and I am not a morning person. Was NOT a happy camper. Scraped some skin off, bruised it, and tried really hard not to swear. PS, band-aid wouldn't stick to left-hand finger wound, because of sweat. Gross.
- Some time Wednesday night, ran my hip into the island in the kitchen. That's pretty much par for the course, but still, it's annoying. No swears this time, though.
- Thursday afternoon. Shudder. This one still hurts me to think about. Went to dentist, had to get a crown on a tooth with a big, old filling, second one in from the back, left side. Got 3 or 4 shots to start, he squirted the numbing agent down my throat accidentally, I gagged it tasted so bad. He reclined me so my feet were above my head - that always gives me a headache, and it took FOREVER for him to drill my tooth down. A process I didn't enjoy, being nearly upside down, with pieces of my tooth flying here and there, and down my collar at one point. I had my head to the side, drooling, hating life. Seriously, I actually thought to myself, I would rather be doing anything than this right now. INCLUDING giving birth. Without pain meds. That would be so much better than this. But he kept drilling. Then the real pain came, because I guess maybe the medication was wearing off? And the dental assistant had to wrap something around the tooth to get a temporary crown to fit. It. Hurt. So. Badly. I cried in the dentists chair, nearly upside down, with a plastic thing wedged into my jaw to keep my mouth open. Then I felt sorry for myself for crying my silent tears, that I cried really hard when the assistant noticed I was crying. So then I was silent sobbing, tears down my cheeks, and the worst headache you've ever imagined. THEN. Oh, then. The crown in front of the tooth getting fitted for a crown fell straight out of my head. Almost down my throat, but I caught it with my tongue. Awesome. And I could see the fear in my dentist's eyes. And the assistant, who was like, "uh oh" and handed the failed tooth to my dentist, who looked at it while I said "what? what?" then waited a minute, then told me what had happened. But the pain killer was wearing off, remember? So, as they put that tooth back in, he gave me 3 more shots, in the same place, to try to make me numb again. My lip was numb until I went to bed at 11:30 that night. Still sore there. I don't even want to think about it. Just please send me wishes that I don't have to have a root canal on the new crown tooth and ANOTHER root canal on the old crown tooth, ok? I'm counting on you guys here. We're talking post-traumatic stress syndrome here if I have to do this again. I hate pain. And I'm still in it.
- Friday. Zoe gives me the sweetest kiss as I head out the door for work tonight. Then WHAP! clocked in the lip by a plastic figurine. Cut lip. Not too bad, but still. I'm still whimpering from the dentist Thursday.
Sometimes I wonder how I stay alive.
:(
ps, I have a headache again. Thanks a lot, 4 advil I took an hour ago.
Poor Amy!! I really mean this. I had a crown done this week too, but it all went smoothly. It is a bad experience at the best of times, but not nearly what you describe. I did have to sit up to keep from throwing up whatever the meds are they put on to make your gums accommodate the mold. (I could also give you the name of our dentist. This sounds like incompetence on the part of whoever did yours!)
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Horrible horrible horrible. I have a high pain tolerance but I HATE people messing with my teeth. That is the worst story ever.
ReplyDeletei'm sorry amy! you have a curse or something about your teeth. the headache is horrible- try motrin combined with tylenol, sometimes that helps me! i'm glad you're alive.
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