Okay, so actually I’m forty-four.
But that doesn’t rhyme now, does it?
I tried very hard to get a picture of my puffy, wisdom-toothless cheek this morning because, after all, if you can’t blog it then what’s it worth? Jem took the above photo…
…and I took this one, which in turn prompted Angela to pronounce, “You look weird.”
(Notez bien: The second photo was taken in the mirror so you have the reverse effect going. You caught that, right? Knew you would!)
Anyway, yes. I do look weird. And I hurt. It hurt. Having an enormous tooth dug out of my jaw bone hurt. Which is funny, really, because I walked out of the oral surgeon’s office saying, “Easy peasy rice-n-cheesy!”
I was pumped full of anesthesia is why.
But then an hour later, it wore off.
You can bet that I grabbed that jar of prescription painkillers quicker than you could say “Dope me up, Scotty!” and tossed one back like nobody’s business. Soon I was like, “Whooo…speckles!”
Not really.
It certainly did take the edge off, though.
The extraction itself was really no big deal. It wasn’t as bad as, say, a root canal or something—and the oral surgeon was both courteous and efficient. “Are you cold?” she asked me at the outset (I was) and the technician placed a heated blanket over my legs.
“Are you doing okay?”
“Are you sure?”
“How about now?”
In fact, the only thing that did hurt was when her hand slipped once and she socked me in the nose. (She didn’t ask me if I was okay when she did that; I think she was thinking, “Woops! My bad.”)
And of course I had to take the tooth home—being freakishly into that sort of thing and all. I would show you a picture but that’s sort of…private, don’t you think? And I am nothing if not an extremely private person.
Off to take more pain meds now… ; )
On a serious note, (if that’s possible), poor little George is getting weaned against his will because the doctor put me on three different prescriptions—the aforementioned painkiller Vicodin (which, actually, I stopped taking last night); Clindamycin, which is an antibiotic meant to prevent infection; and Dexamethasone (whatever that is) to reduce the swelling—and I’m worried about all this going into the breastmilk. The pharmacist said that the studies on these drugs affecting one’s baby were inconclusive (whatever that means) but I don’t really want to take any chances.
Maybe I’ll pump and dump, as my friend Lynn laughingly put it, and pick up in week where we left off.
If he remembers me.
Sigh.
Had to "pump and dump" with Noah because I was on some pretty high doses of prednisone for a weird autoimmune thing. But he was wee little and we picked up where we left off — but it was hard. I'm not a good pumper.
Maybe if you put a nice imported beer in George's sippy he'll get over it really fast. Kidding. Just kidding. Maybe a cold Coke? I would definitely switch for a cold Coke. 😉
Hope you'll feeling better today.
When I got all 4 wisdom teeth out, they refused to give me the teeth because they were a "biohazard."
So I bit them.
jk
I'm feeling much better today, Barbara–thanks! I can't open my mouth very wide but the gums don't hurt…and I'm not needing to pop the painkillers anymore.
Shoot. 😉
Erin, you're hilarious.
But really? They're YOUR teeth!
I had all four of mine out when I was 19. So, I know what road you're on and I feel sorry for you. I really do. It's not pleasant, but it does get better. As far as the breast feeding thing goes, do as you will. I'd do the pump/dump if you want to continue to breastfeed George. I'm sure you'll tell us what you're doing anyway. He he he.
Your poor mouth!!! poor George 🙁 I recommend lots of ice cream for everyone 😉
Ouch! I hope it settles down soon for you. Keep up with the pain meds. Paracetamol (Panadol)and Ibuprofen (Nurafen)taken alternately is a good way of handling the pain.
Joolz
Surely something hurts. 😉
My heart hurts, Barbara, with missing you.
Yay! I get it! That means I get to take another pain pill.
(There's certainly enough of them in the jar.)
(And a refill!)
(Please, God, don't let me become that desperate a housewife.)
(Though I do already own a set of pearls.)
When I had all four of mine out someone told me I looked like Roseanne Barr. Nice. So, I'm here to tell you that you look nothing like Roseanne Barr! Maybe a little Marlon Brando-ish, circa the Godfather Years, but only on that one side! But take all those painkillers and you might start talking like him too. Love you!
If you think you look bad……
I had four impacted wisdom teeth removed when I was 16. I could barely get my mouth open to slide a spoon with broth in. I was so bruised, I was lovely shades of browns and yellow. Note: Do not watch comedy shows (I watch Carol Burnett..a Tim Conway scene) while horribly swelled and unable to move your jaw.
Oh, Margaret! I feel your pain. I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled when I was 25. I remember sitting on the floor (ick!) of Target while my mom picked up my prescription, because I just didn't feel good. And I remember missing my mouth completely when I tried to sip on my Jamba Juice smoothie. Oh! It was not fun! So, hang in there!!!
And maybe when you're feeling better, we can schedule that play date?! Would love to see you again, and I know my kids would enjoy it, too.
Oh my, but you are sweet when you are on pain medication. 😉 Missing you, too.
You poor thing! I had all four taken out when my six year old was seventeen months. I completley forgot about pumping and dumping until I got home. Um, she weaned right then and there. She still loves me 🙂
You are still breastfeeding!!!!???? That makes me feel so much better because so am I! My little one is not quite 2 yet but I still get all these looks when people find out I am still breastfeeding. I don't know why this should bother me all the others nursed till around 2 years!
Hope you are feeling better, I know how hard it is to be mom and not feel 100%!
Debbie, please don't let anyone pressure you into weaning your child! It's a decision that should be made by you & your husband…and your own sweet babe.