Getting some oral
Sep. 22nd, 2008 07:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
outsdrSurgery, that is. Bone grafts in two places far back on the left side of my mouth, top and bottom. The gum tissue will be cut and pulled back, and powdered, sterilized human bone will be packed into the damaged areas (remnants of previous extractions that didn't heal properly) after the dead & decaying bone is removed and the site cleaned.
The surgery will not be a big deal, because my oral surgeon has a secret weapon, called Ativan. A year ago he did the same thing, only there was a tooth removed at the same time, and I remember nothing. The painful part comes in the weeks of healing afterward, because there are lots of stitches, and they are tight, and run deep, and unfortunately they are conduits for bacteria, being in the mouth and all, so tend to cause inflamation of the maddening kind, where I just want to reach deep in my mouth and start clawing away the pain makers in a fit of feral insanity, usually at night, naked, in my ktichen, surrounded by empty pudding containers....
ahem. The surgery takes place in about three hours. Then a three hour ride home that I will remember nothing of, sleep for the rest of the day and night, and then Mr. Mumbles goes off back to work tomorrow.
The hand is healing nicel; I do tend to forget myself and use it in situations that I shouldn't, but it is quick to remind me to control myself.
Saw a homeless man standing on the street corner by Wal-Mart while we were here. He was dressed in his tan overalls, looking like he was ready to go to work, and was holding one of those long-drawn out explanation signs. I wasn't able to read the sign (damn glasses) but the image haunted me the entire time we were in Wal-Mart. I asked Andy to go back out the same way, and I gave him a five when w stopped. He was very grateful, and for the first time I saw that he had a dog with him as well, sleeping with his bags. Wish I had seen the dog earlier, because I would have gotten a chew bone or something for it while I was in Wal-Mart. As it were, we drove away and I'm now doubly haunted by the site of the man standing on the corner, and how he looked when I gave him the money with the dog at his feet.
What a world.
The surgery will not be a big deal, because my oral surgeon has a secret weapon, called Ativan. A year ago he did the same thing, only there was a tooth removed at the same time, and I remember nothing. The painful part comes in the weeks of healing afterward, because there are lots of stitches, and they are tight, and run deep, and unfortunately they are conduits for bacteria, being in the mouth and all, so tend to cause inflamation of the maddening kind, where I just want to reach deep in my mouth and start clawing away the pain makers in a fit of feral insanity, usually at night, naked, in my ktichen, surrounded by empty pudding containers....
ahem. The surgery takes place in about three hours. Then a three hour ride home that I will remember nothing of, sleep for the rest of the day and night, and then Mr. Mumbles goes off back to work tomorrow.
The hand is healing nicel; I do tend to forget myself and use it in situations that I shouldn't, but it is quick to remind me to control myself.
Saw a homeless man standing on the street corner by Wal-Mart while we were here. He was dressed in his tan overalls, looking like he was ready to go to work, and was holding one of those long-drawn out explanation signs. I wasn't able to read the sign (damn glasses) but the image haunted me the entire time we were in Wal-Mart. I asked Andy to go back out the same way, and I gave him a five when w stopped. He was very grateful, and for the first time I saw that he had a dog with him as well, sleeping with his bags. Wish I had seen the dog earlier, because I would have gotten a chew bone or something for it while I was in Wal-Mart. As it were, we drove away and I'm now doubly haunted by the site of the man standing on the corner, and how he looked when I gave him the money with the dog at his feet.
What a world.
