I had all four wisdom teeth pulled last Thursday. Two of them were normal extractions, but the other two were surgical, and the lower left in particular was a piece of work. Half in, half out, and being a bully. I'm back eating solid food again, but I've quit the pain medication despite a need for it; my tolerances have risen, so despite knowing my pain has decreased, to make a dent in it, I would have to up my dosage to 2 vikes and 3 ibuprofen, compared to the one Vicodin I had started with. Due to dry socket complications, I had a second prescription for Vicodin, but that sits forlornly in bathroom, not even half empty. I stopped before I could not stop.
I'm currently typing this on 2 ibuprofen to take the edge off. I'm also currently on anti-nausea medication that is normally prescribed for cancer patients due to the packing my sockets have been packed with; they leak clove oil and anesthetic, which makes me nauseous. Why I'm nauseous today, however, is a question; sick of it poking me in the cheek, I pull the last bit of stuffing out Sunday and rinsed thoroughly with salt water. I haven't been sleeping well either. I do try to get in 8 hours, but it's been broken up and in fragments since last Thursday.
Was there an earthquake at 4:25 AM Central time? I was jolted out of my sleep when my apartment vibrated, it seemed. I was lying on my bed, and I felt my fingers drumming at a rapid rate on the mattress -- but I wasn't doing it. I lay there for about a minute, waiting for something. Then I went out to the main room to see if something had fallen, but nope, the kitties were asleep and not causing mischief.
At least, I hope it was an earthquake. Otherwise, I wonder if I had a seizure and came out of it during a dream.
As I said, many very weird dreams lately, usually composed of someone meeting a sticky end in a quasi cartoonish, always horrific fashion. Post trauma from surgery, who knows? Either way, I need to get my act straight by tomorrow -- first day of classes.
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