My mother beat me to it, cause I wanted to say all was well and not to worry, as a couple of you emailed me. I want to say more but later.
I did well at the dentist, breaking down only after the work was done, and I could feel several? hands patting my back, as I was sobbing into my hands, and I heard someone call me "hon" cause they felt so bad for me. But I was able to maintain the grown up in me, while the dentist did his thing, and I'm so proud of myself.
Then I slept. And my sister helped me, bringing me ice, water, drugs, hammer, and those large fuzzy dice that one hangs from their car mirror. She was good to have around.
Slept all nite with the dentures in. Drooled. The bottom one kept popping up, so the next morning I went in for an adjustment. Perfect fit, no pain meds needed.
Visited BFriend, slept on her couch. Visited my mom, tried to sleep, but she said cottage cheese, so I had to eat something, since I hadn't ate anything yet that day. Talked with her, then slept on her bed for awhile.
Came home, dog care, refrained from screaming at SanFranMan while we figured out how to get me to Reno at the end of the month, and went to bed. Without the dentures in, as they had told me.
Woke up this morning, and couldn't get teeth back in. Went to dentist for an adjustment. Dog care. Then writing here.
I'll do a picture when the swelling goes down. I look like a chipmunk with my face full of peanuts on one side. I am super pleased with the dentures, but the emotional toll it took has sucked all my energy and I'm going back to bed! To practice not drooling.
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Jacob Poems
The drooling will gradually subside and then disappear. Sounds like you were a lot more brave than I was. My bestfriend went with me. She sat at the foot of the chair and kept rubbing my feet. At one point I tried to get out of the chair and she said, "Whoa there, Sparky! Where do you think you're going?" She said I relaxed after that. I don't remember any of it except before I went drifting off into Nitrous Oxide-land I was shaking like I was an old, overloaded vibrating bed in a cheap motel.
It's great you didn't need pain meds and that you had people around to comfort you. It's wonderful to smile really, really big, isn't it?
Posted by: Friday's Child | Thursday, March 15, 2007 at 10:22 PM
What did she get you a hammer for?
Posted by: Gosling | Friday, March 16, 2007 at 03:33 PM
I wonder about the hammer too. To break up the ice, maybe? Surely not to hit yourself over the head, as you did so well and they (your teeth) look so good. Lots of sleep isn't a bad thing.
Posted by: Poogie | Friday, March 16, 2007 at 10:33 PM