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sff_corgi_lj) wrote2006-02-16 05:01 pm
sff_corgi_lj) wrote2006-02-16 05:01 pm
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On when vomiting blood is a =good= thing.
I'm not kiddin', this is likely to be at least 90% disgusting. You've been warned.
I had a tooth extraction today - two, actually, but there was hardly any left of the older one. Now, I thought in my Amazonian mightiness that he'd pull the teeth, I'd go to work a couple hours later after having picked up dog food with gauze stuffed in my face, and that was that.
Nooooo.
I got home after picking up dog biscuits, and as I was sitting around trying to catch up on the Girl Genius message board (because I was way behind and it's low-impact), I started having problems w/ my mouth filling up with blood, both liquid and clotted. The clots were the worst, because they were slimy and stringy and wrapping themselves around various parts of my mouth. As I was trying to swallow all this, because spitting caused stress where I was trying to clot properly, the clots would end up halfway down my throat and make me feel like I was choking.
Replacing the sodden, congealed gauze didn't seem to help much. At one point, I ended up spitting blood into the sink, which became gagging blood into the sink (looking at the blood was helping trigger the regurgitation reflex, oddly enough for me), which became throwing up about a cup's-measure worth of swallowed blood clots while making really repulsive noises. It's a good thing my mother's got a fairly strong stomach when necessary. And it's also a good thing the kitchen sink has a spray-hose, because all the blood kinda splattered.
It proves I'm not even half a vampire, though.
Ma called the doctor's office about the bleeding, and I was sternly instructed to clamp DOWN on a fresh gauze pack for at least 90 minutes and DON'T MOVE. I ended up sprawling on the living room floor and propping my throbbing face up against the sofa so I wouldn't list off vertical too badly. It finally worked the way it was supposed to. I think I'd just loosened up on the original packing too soon, with what I was doing between doctor and couch. But I tell you, it was far too much like my mouth was having its period.
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Monday is root canal, or as C.J. Cregg said, 'Woot canah. Woot canah.' From my previous experience with that same procedure, I should be (repeat, should) be rather more functional after it. Then the regular dentist gets me back to install at least two crowns, and after that I'm not sure. Probably finding something not made by Odontics to replace the completely missing teeth.
Oh, and my #32 wisdom tooth has a great big ol' cavity in it. They wanted to take that out, too, but right now I'm VERY glad I said 'Let's not for now.'
And as long as I'm on the violent path of self-improvement, I really need to see my ankle doctor again (damaged ligaments, much better than before I got this doctor, but still not completely 100%) and get my eyes re-examined. I have to slide my glasses down/off to read teeny print or close things in general, but the distance vision isn't so hot right now either... and my beautiful red Dr. Banzai frames have split right along the lengthwise frame around the lens. I'm disinclined to bifocals, blast it.
I had a tooth extraction today - two, actually, but there was hardly any left of the older one. Now, I thought in my Amazonian mightiness that he'd pull the teeth, I'd go to work a couple hours later after having picked up dog food with gauze stuffed in my face, and that was that.
Nooooo.
I got home after picking up dog biscuits, and as I was sitting around trying to catch up on the Girl Genius message board (because I was way behind and it's low-impact), I started having problems w/ my mouth filling up with blood, both liquid and clotted. The clots were the worst, because they were slimy and stringy and wrapping themselves around various parts of my mouth. As I was trying to swallow all this, because spitting caused stress where I was trying to clot properly, the clots would end up halfway down my throat and make me feel like I was choking.
Replacing the sodden, congealed gauze didn't seem to help much. At one point, I ended up spitting blood into the sink, which became gagging blood into the sink (looking at the blood was helping trigger the regurgitation reflex, oddly enough for me), which became throwing up about a cup's-measure worth of swallowed blood clots while making really repulsive noises. It's a good thing my mother's got a fairly strong stomach when necessary. And it's also a good thing the kitchen sink has a spray-hose, because all the blood kinda splattered.
It proves I'm not even half a vampire, though.
Ma called the doctor's office about the bleeding, and I was sternly instructed to clamp DOWN on a fresh gauze pack for at least 90 minutes and DON'T MOVE. I ended up sprawling on the living room floor and propping my throbbing face up against the sofa so I wouldn't list off vertical too badly. It finally worked the way it was supposed to. I think I'd just loosened up on the original packing too soon, with what I was doing between doctor and couch. But I tell you, it was far too much like my mouth was having its period.
Monday is root canal, or as C.J. Cregg said, 'Woot canah. Woot canah.' From my previous experience with that same procedure, I should be (repeat, should) be rather more functional after it. Then the regular dentist gets me back to install at least two crowns, and after that I'm not sure. Probably finding something not made by Odontics to replace the completely missing teeth.
Oh, and my #32 wisdom tooth has a great big ol' cavity in it. They wanted to take that out, too, but right now I'm VERY glad I said 'Let's not for now.'
And as long as I'm on the violent path of self-improvement, I really need to see my ankle doctor again (damaged ligaments, much better than before I got this doctor, but still not completely 100%) and get my eyes re-examined. I have to slide my glasses down/off to read teeny print or close things in general, but the distance vision isn't so hot right now either... and my beautiful red Dr. Banzai frames have split right along the lengthwise frame around the lens. I'm disinclined to bifocals, blast it.
I am, however, drawing the line at scheduling liposuction. That's a little too 'improved' for my inclinations.