Finally got to sleep sometime around 4am last night only to wake up at half past six in excruciating pain and needing to down some more ibuprofen. About forty minutes later I woke Bill up by accident with my writhing and he took charge and phoned the dentist.
After someone on the end of the phone reduced me to tears by telling me off for not taking the prescribed painkillers, despite having been told to take ibuprofen as the codeine based one was making me vomit, it was decided that maybe the oral surgeon ought to take a look.
Feel like a complete baby and didn’t really want to bother the dentist but it just hurts so much. Seeing as I’m not one to instantly run to the doctors when I’m ill I hope this was a valid reason and I’m not just being silly.
They had an 8 o’clock appointment available so we got dressed and Bill took me in. A good look at my teeth was had and I now at least know that nothing appears to be wrong, that everything looks clean and no food is getting trapped in the sockets. This was very relieving considering it feels like all hell is breaking lose in there. Feels like my missing wisdom teeth has returned with a bucketload of his mates and that they grinding and jumping away, hard at work with hammer and chisel to build themselves a nest in my jawbone.
The dentist advised keeping up with the ibuprofen and switching to a warm pack instead of the icy one. She also gave me a syringe to direct the mouthwash directly at the sore spot to make sure that ws definitely being kept clean.
Bill’s had to go on into work now and I’m going to try to sleep some more and wake up feeling better. Poor Bill, feel bad that I get to go back to bed while he has to go to work. 🙁
Both dogs are curled up keeping me company. I love my doggies.