| a drunk jackass called god ( @ 2008-02-03 02:29:00 |
| Entry tags: | state of the me, whining |
About a month ago, my wisdom teeth started growing in. The pain started, to my amazing luck, on New Year's Eve, so I rang in the New Year by driving to the only open pharmacy on New Year's (near LA) to get the antibiotics/pain killers the bitchy on-call doctor prescribed on the phone.
This past month really sucked because of it, because even though the on call doctor told me my wisdom teeth were growing in side ways (as in pushing against the other teeth and the bone, and generally making a mess of things) and my dentist (with x-rays to confirm) agreed, the oral surgeon I talked to said that it wasn't my wisdom teeth, but something called TMJ, which happens when you grind your teeth a lot in your sleep. It took forever to get an appointment with another oral surgeon to confirm that the first one was indeed stupid and I actually do need to get the wisdom teeth pulled (luckily my insurance covered the appointments, though they won't cover the surgery).
It turns out that I do need to get my teeth pulled. I'll be removing all four at the time, and it's scheduled for Friday. I get to be asleep for the procedure, which I'm not sure whether or not is good thing. On one hand, I'd probably throw up on the doctor if I had to be awake while he was poking away in there. On the other hand, I've heard too many horror stories about anesthetics to not be terrified of them, even though the one I'll have isn't a full anesthetic that you need a tube shoved down your throat for, just one to make you sleeeeeeepy.
I'll admit though, when the doctor gave me the prescription for Vicodin, I went through a moment of unrestrained fannish glee. My doctor didn't know what House was, so he just looked at me strangely when I told him about house's vicodin fetish and told me that he won't give me any more prescriptions, so i'd probably be better off not getting addicted.
Yay for new episodes of House, btw.
On another note, when i was proof reading this entry, I noticed that I typed lickily instead of luckily. I think this may be one of them freudian thingys people are always talking about. ;)