The skin of my teeth
First an apology for my absence, but you'll see as this blog entry continues the reason(s) why.
Tuesday night a bad tooth began to hurt a bit...I had hoped it would hold out until I get dental in May, but not so...
By Wednesday my face was beginning to swell...by thursday...the whole side was puffed up and tender...
My dentist from last year no longer works at the practice I used, so I'm between dentists.
I saw an oral surgeon this am.
He at least promptly agreed to a scrip for antibiotics and vicodin, and I'm set to have the tooth pulled next Friday.
No comp time, sick time, anything available yet, so I worked most of today and will work all next week and half of Friday.
They can't pull the tooth for a week because the infection must be brought down.
While I have medical insurance until 2 28 07, it won't handle this...
I know people are tiring of "she only writes when she's angry." thing. Too bad.
Money from a tax refund that was going to go to car repair, will now need to be siphoned off to this oral surgeon.
But the cost....*this* is the cost of the low utilization either forced by poverty or expected by the dental coverage I had, that paid big for preventive screenings and had large copays for the heavy stuff. I'll admit that before 2004 my food choices were a contributing factor, but, the underlying thing that *makes my teeth brittle even after megadoses of calcium* is the chemo I had and that I had no choice but to take.
I kept my game face on the phone and then immediately started weeping from the pain once I logged off the phone tonight at 5:30, even with the antibiotics and the vicodin.
Antibiotics also interact badly with my existing gut trouble.
God Damn It. Things were just straightening out. I want to yank Deity by its designer tie, and *bring the face of the almighty right down to my wheelchairbound eye level* and say:
"Yeah, I know that I peeved you out with all my late 80's/early 90's whining, and that was worse than this...but for [insert curse word of choice here] sake, can I have a moment to settle down before the next piece of my body decides to blow up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?"
I think the problem with Deity answering prayers is that, depending on one's belief system, God has either last been human 2000 or so years ago, or *never* made the trip down here to understand the physical breakdown of the human form from God's own experience.
And, I hope God does not send me the Dalai Lama,The Pope, St. Paul, (whom I still view as a bitter, attention seeking religious extremist), or any megachurch pastor, to comfort me in my time of serious pain, because I'd probably deck them, scream at them and *shoot them* in my present state of mind.
The vicodin is kicking in....
And, once the oral surgeon's work is complete, there will be another interesting blog entry. Yes indeedy. But I want the work done before I opinionate on a few things...
Tuesday night a bad tooth began to hurt a bit...I had hoped it would hold out until I get dental in May, but not so...
By Wednesday my face was beginning to swell...by thursday...the whole side was puffed up and tender...
My dentist from last year no longer works at the practice I used, so I'm between dentists.
I saw an oral surgeon this am.
He at least promptly agreed to a scrip for antibiotics and vicodin, and I'm set to have the tooth pulled next Friday.
No comp time, sick time, anything available yet, so I worked most of today and will work all next week and half of Friday.
They can't pull the tooth for a week because the infection must be brought down.
While I have medical insurance until 2 28 07, it won't handle this...
I know people are tiring of "she only writes when she's angry." thing. Too bad.
Money from a tax refund that was going to go to car repair, will now need to be siphoned off to this oral surgeon.
But the cost....*this* is the cost of the low utilization either forced by poverty or expected by the dental coverage I had, that paid big for preventive screenings and had large copays for the heavy stuff. I'll admit that before 2004 my food choices were a contributing factor, but, the underlying thing that *makes my teeth brittle even after megadoses of calcium* is the chemo I had and that I had no choice but to take.
I kept my game face on the phone and then immediately started weeping from the pain once I logged off the phone tonight at 5:30, even with the antibiotics and the vicodin.
Antibiotics also interact badly with my existing gut trouble.
God Damn It. Things were just straightening out. I want to yank Deity by its designer tie, and *bring the face of the almighty right down to my wheelchairbound eye level* and say:
"Yeah, I know that I peeved you out with all my late 80's/early 90's whining, and that was worse than this...but for [insert curse word of choice here] sake, can I have a moment to settle down before the next piece of my body decides to blow up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?"
I think the problem with Deity answering prayers is that, depending on one's belief system, God has either last been human 2000 or so years ago, or *never* made the trip down here to understand the physical breakdown of the human form from God's own experience.
And, I hope God does not send me the Dalai Lama,The Pope, St. Paul, (whom I still view as a bitter, attention seeking religious extremist), or any megachurch pastor, to comfort me in my time of serious pain, because I'd probably deck them, scream at them and *shoot them* in my present state of mind.
The vicodin is kicking in....
And, once the oral surgeon's work is complete, there will be another interesting blog entry. Yes indeedy. But I want the work done before I opinionate on a few things...
posted by imfunnytoo at 7:19 PM
5 Comments:
I'm glad you post when you're angry--or any other time. I had emergency root canal on Monday (yes, a holiday, isn't that always the best day for such events?)--so we're both taking antibiotics and painkillers... ouch. Yours sounds miserable on so many levels.
I'm *so* sorry to hear this-having a tooth "blow up" like that is so incredibly painful.
The timing with your insurance is typical-these things always happen at the wrong time. It's complete garbage that we live in a world where there's a wrong time-you have enough to deal with between the pain and the gi issues. I hope you're able to keep the pain down with the vicodin.
And I second what Penny said-some of the best writing comes when you're angry.
Sympathies. I had a tricky time with a tooth extraction last summer which laid me low for a few weeks due to my zero immune system and I had to miss a wedding which was a major downer. I haven't been back since, which is probably a bit stupid. I hope things improve soon, and for Penny too.
Eek! Hope you feel more comfortable soon. :-)
Much sympathy--I've been there with the teeth, I truly know what you're going through.
On the other hand, are you eligible for medicaid/medicare or Colorado's GAMP program? I'm not sure if it's called GAMP there, but I imagine the state has a low-income medical insurance program.
Anyway, best of luck, enjoy the vicodin, and try putting a whole clove on your gum by the sore tooth. It helps.
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