After what seems like at the very least a hellish month, but has only actually been two days I’ve finally made it out of bed and freshened myself up in the shower. I really feel like I’ve been sucked into a timewarp and have totally lost track of time passing.
I remember not sleeping very well Tuesday night and then having to crawl out of bed to get to my 7.30am appointment at the oral surgeons. It was so early that when we got there the lifts in the towerblock weren’t operational yet and we had to go through security and sign in to be allowed access to the dentists. By the time I got there I really really needed the loo again (was very nervous) but of course the toilet for that floor was out of order and one of the ladies had to take us back down 12 floors to the foyer. This did not inspire confidence. I mean, what sort of a practice doesn’t have a bathroom for patients to use?!!
Oh, and when I did find a toilet it was one of those automatic ones and every time I tried to use the loo it kept flushing on me. Then, it refused to flush when I had finished. Grrr.
Back up at the dentists I had to sign a disclaimer which went through every possible scary thing that could happen and was given an after-surgery care sheet which also listed lots of things I really didn’t want to think about. I handed that one over to Bill to deal with.
Bill then handed over a vast sum of money after which I was led into the consulting room. My blood pressure was taken, my arm strapped to the dentist’s chair and an IV inserted.
Woke up in intense pain but very groggy some time later. Was now lying down and Bill wasn’t in sight. Closed my eyes again and thankfully the next time I opened them he had appeared.
I’m sure a conversation with the nurse was held about now, something about how I’d been sick during the procedure I think and wanting to know how my tummy felt now. I had no idea what she was on about, no recollection of anything at all. I think I also mumbled something about my teeth (I wanted to see them, knew I was going to be too anxious to remember to ask for them and had asked Bill to sort this out, he forgot, and I recall the nurse saying something about them being “long gone” and I was upset.)
Then I was being pulled to my feet and put in a wheelchair. Was totally out of it, though I do recall my disembodied feet stumbling into the chair as the nurse fiddled with something on it, the disabled access lift not working and the nurse having to haul me up some stairs into Bill’s arms.
Hurt lots. More than lots.
Next thing I remember is being in back in my own bed, being in excruciating pain and having a mouth full of uncomfortable gauze that I was supposed to bite down on to help stop bleeding. Bill gave me some pain killers but they didn’t even touch it.
What followed next is a blur of drifting in and out of sleep and pain and feeling rather ill. Every so often I felt well enough to try to eat something luke warm, soft and runny (a chocolate diet shake, tomato soup) before totally conking out again. It was impossible to eat even these foods though as straws were off limits and my mouth could barely open. I think it took me practically an hour to finish off a tiny tapioca pudding.
The waves of nausea finally got too much last night and although I’d been trying hard not to vomit for fear of starting bleeding again it all came out.
Bill called the dentist when he woke up and they decided to take me off the codeine and Bill got some ibuprofen for me instead. I spent the morning passed out again but have now woken up feeling a lot better. Still very sore and swollen (I look like a hamster and have no jawline) but well enough to be sat in the front room and for Bill to have made it into work this afternoon. He’s spent the last couple of days looking after me ever so well and coped very well with being at my beck and call. Thanks babe.
Most appreciation and gratitude go out to Quincy though. He’s been an absolute wonder and hasn’t left my side the entire time. Quince has been on guard at the end of the bed and giving me lots of loving.
Genghis, on the other hand, has been confusing. He’s not been himself at all and has refused to be as friendly and bouncy as he usually is. Though, one time I disturbed Genghis by accident trying to get past him to the bathroom, Quince thought he was going for me and stepped up his protection and almost started a snarl fest. I wonder if Quince has been sending out “back off” signals to Genghis?
Thanks also to the kind comments on my LJ. Bill read them to me but the last few days I couldn’t reply properly myself. Cheers.