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Aside from reading and a little housework, day wiped out by dentistry. Also night. Very annoying that quite minor procedures now seem to trigger weeks-long freakouts in my mouth. So for a while this evening I was in that kind of pain that makes you want to throw up, and now the tramadol has truly kicked in and I'm too druggy to be useful.
It's not the actual dental work. All that happened was my temporary crowns were pulled off quite easily, and the permanent (titanium!) ones put on. It's hard to describe this, but the teeth and innards of mhy mouth actually feel quite good: it's the nerves in my lower jaws that have gone nuts. It's the upper teeth that were worked on. It's always like this. I think it might be a reaction to the anesthetic. But not doing tghe anesthetic is not a viable alternative because my jaw nerves freak out like that when I have a little thing done without anesthetic too.
It will pass, in three or four weeks. This time I'm prepared with a Tramadol prescription.
I do love having precious metal teeth -- two gold and three platinum, now. No porcelain or resion teeth for me. Theyh just crack into little bits sooner rather than later, even with my fancy-dancy mouth guard. My mother didn't actually live to be my age, but at the age she did live to, she had like five teeth still actually in her head, and a verhy complicated ujpper plate to take up the slack. So dentistry's come a long ways in what it can do for people. Though my not smokng may have something to do with it too.
On another front, last Friday I did a dance I've been avoiding beczause of having to slide-turn and drag the feet in a way that was giving me trouble. And I had no trouble. After four years I can sayh I'm finally actually learning to dance.
On a still further front, apparently comfort food is now parsnip gratin with a sauce made of chicken drippings and a bunch of vegetable and citrus peels and ends, deeply reduced and strained and chicken added to it.
It's not the actual dental work. All that happened was my temporary crowns were pulled off quite easily, and the permanent (titanium!) ones put on. It's hard to describe this, but the teeth and innards of mhy mouth actually feel quite good: it's the nerves in my lower jaws that have gone nuts. It's the upper teeth that were worked on. It's always like this. I think it might be a reaction to the anesthetic. But not doing tghe anesthetic is not a viable alternative because my jaw nerves freak out like that when I have a little thing done without anesthetic too.
It will pass, in three or four weeks. This time I'm prepared with a Tramadol prescription.
I do love having precious metal teeth -- two gold and three platinum, now. No porcelain or resion teeth for me. Theyh just crack into little bits sooner rather than later, even with my fancy-dancy mouth guard. My mother didn't actually live to be my age, but at the age she did live to, she had like five teeth still actually in her head, and a verhy complicated ujpper plate to take up the slack. So dentistry's come a long ways in what it can do for people. Though my not smokng may have something to do with it too.
On another front, last Friday I did a dance I've been avoiding beczause of having to slide-turn and drag the feet in a way that was giving me trouble. And I had no trouble. After four years I can sayh I'm finally actually learning to dance.
On a still further front, apparently comfort food is now parsnip gratin with a sauce made of chicken drippings and a bunch of vegetable and citrus peels and ends, deeply reduced and strained and chicken added to it.
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I was right with ya all the way up to the comfort food.
I've been prescribed tramadol for the fibromyalgia pain. I'm not gonna start wanting parsnips, am I?
(I am NOT a carnivore. I'm just cellulose-intolerant.)
I learned to like parsnips when I had no income at all and parsnips were free and I felt the need to experiment with them. It turns out that if you don't put them in to dishes where they don't belong they can be altogether delicious.
At the moment, the tramadol is the only pain reliever that does anything for me. And it does nothing for arthritis, so I had given up on it.
The only thing that works for my arthritis is either getting drunk or exercise. Getting drunk is cheap for me as I am a total lightweight but it hurts my ears, so that's out.
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This sounds as though it interfered with your birthday, but I wished you Happy Birthday anyway!
Love, C.
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Thank you for the thoughts! I'm actually having a very good time in general, I just wanted to grouse a little about this ridiculous thing my jaw nerves do for no good reason.
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Love, C>