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Dry socket is really the only potential remaining consequence of today's deep dive into my dentia. I got on the road for Rochester relatively early after taking the dog for morning walkies in case I wasn't in shape for it tonight. Observed on that trip:
- No other dogs
- No squirrels
- Four wabbits (mostly trying not to be seen and Pepper didn't)
- One neighbor with a padiddle on his right front (he thanked me for telling him and LOLd when I told him "I tell you for free, the next guy charges you")
- One beer can (only one? galoots must've been having a slow night)
- One condom wrapper (OK, maybe they weren't)
- And one neighbor's junk mail- a solicitation from the bank we're refinancing with and she works for (they're constantly nagging us to go paperless on our accounts and yet still send us ten tons of junk mail on other things)
I got not quite an hour of work in at the Rochester office before heading over. This greeted me on arrival:
Presumably, other types of facial coverings are required to stand out in the hall and await further instructions. As was I, briefly, for the last patient out had pushed the lock button on the other side of that door and forced me to call in to get let in. Once seated and numbed, I had a good several minutes of continued contact with civilization, so I texted Eleanor about a leftover chore from yesterday I'd just then remembered:
I will let you know if the vet calls about the supplement for Zoey being ready. Depending on how this goes, I may not get home in time to pick it up from them if it’s ready.
And Siri almost translated “them if it’s ready” as “Muppets ready.”
Hi ho.
Ron came in and we first went over the likely future proceedings. He does not do the actual implants if I get to that, so there's some shopping in my future. I definitely want that to be a local deal, and one co-worker mentioned UB Dental School as a longer-wait but lower-cost option. I also brought up the issue of the potential for the downstairs tenant to go bad on me if it no longer has an upper tooth to talk to all day (and in my case, unfortunately, night:P). He agreed that was a likely future occurrence, but in years, not months.
Then, comfortably numbed, we got down to the business athand gum. Removing the crown took twice as long as the rest; I asked him to save it, seeing how the damn thing ran me an arm, a leg and a root or two back before I had any dental insurance. (As opposed to the shite insurance I have now, which barely covered today's procedure.)
Removing the remnants of the toof itseff took under five minutes. Then came the after-care:
- Stop bleeding. This part rarely goes well for me, and I blew threw all the gauze provided, and switched to two of the then-prescribed bags of Tea. Earl Grey. Not Hot before finally calling back in to be sure the remaining slight red on the pads/bags was normal. It was.
- Don't do that. Suck, spit, smoke, generally do anything likely to bust up the clot and lead to the dreaded dry socketSPLASH!
-That, either. The one night in decades I have dental permission not to brush or Crestrinse my teeth. I feel dirty. Also, lazy, because I am not supposed to exercise for 24 hours and a class I signed up for is in hour 22.
-Tonight. I can take Tylenol only, because I was given two Alleves that should last, oh, another hour or so. Also, bags of frozen peas are acceptable for swelling, which fortunately I've not experienced.
- Tomorrow. I can and should begin salt-water gargling.
- May the 4th. Be with you.
----
Some things were allowed right off, including eating anything I wanted (on the other side of the mouf) and taking snarky pictures in the Wegmans car park.
Like this:
(Can I at least get the points first?)
And this:
(I didn't remember that John Hinckley Jr. was released from the laughing academy a few years back.)
I got a few hours in of actual work before leaving for home, getting the Muppets that were ready, and drinking the Cloth Stroller along with some pizza. Wish that my wound heals without incident, and say, "Goodnight, Socket!"
Goodnight, Socket!
Dry socket is really the only potential remaining consequence of today's deep dive into my dentia. I got on the road for Rochester relatively early after taking the dog for morning walkies in case I wasn't in shape for it tonight. Observed on that trip:
- No other dogs
- No squirrels
- Four wabbits (mostly trying not to be seen and Pepper didn't)
- One neighbor with a padiddle on his right front (he thanked me for telling him and LOLd when I told him "I tell you for free, the next guy charges you")
- One beer can (only one? galoots must've been having a slow night)
- One condom wrapper (OK, maybe they weren't)
- And one neighbor's junk mail- a solicitation from the bank we're refinancing with and she works for (they're constantly nagging us to go paperless on our accounts and yet still send us ten tons of junk mail on other things)
I got not quite an hour of work in at the Rochester office before heading over. This greeted me on arrival:
Presumably, other types of facial coverings are required to stand out in the hall and await further instructions. As was I, briefly, for the last patient out had pushed the lock button on the other side of that door and forced me to call in to get let in. Once seated and numbed, I had a good several minutes of continued contact with civilization, so I texted Eleanor about a leftover chore from yesterday I'd just then remembered:
I will let you know if the vet calls about the supplement for Zoey being ready. Depending on how this goes, I may not get home in time to pick it up from them if it’s ready.
And Siri almost translated “them if it’s ready” as “Muppets ready.”
Hi ho.
(She also had issues on the drive home. I was put off alcohol for the night, so I asked that Eleanor bring up some nonalcoholic beer from the cellar. The brand name is Clausthaler. That got turned into "cloth stroller.")
Ron came in and we first went over the likely future proceedings. He does not do the actual implants if I get to that, so there's some shopping in my future. I definitely want that to be a local deal, and one co-worker mentioned UB Dental School as a longer-wait but lower-cost option. I also brought up the issue of the potential for the downstairs tenant to go bad on me if it no longer has an upper tooth to talk to all day (and in my case, unfortunately, night:P). He agreed that was a likely future occurrence, but in years, not months.
Then, comfortably numbed, we got down to the business at
Removing the remnants of the toof itseff took under five minutes. Then came the after-care:
- Stop bleeding. This part rarely goes well for me, and I blew threw all the gauze provided, and switched to two of the then-prescribed bags of Tea. Earl Grey. Not Hot before finally calling back in to be sure the remaining slight red on the pads/bags was normal. It was.
- Don't do that. Suck, spit, smoke, generally do anything likely to bust up the clot and lead to the dreaded dry socketSPLASH!
-That, either. The one night in decades I have dental permission not to brush or Crestrinse my teeth. I feel dirty. Also, lazy, because I am not supposed to exercise for 24 hours and a class I signed up for is in hour 22.
-Tonight. I can take Tylenol only, because I was given two Alleves that should last, oh, another hour or so. Also, bags of frozen peas are acceptable for swelling, which fortunately I've not experienced.
- Tomorrow. I can and should begin salt-water gargling.
- May the 4th. Be with you.
----
Some things were allowed right off, including eating anything I wanted (on the other side of the mouf) and taking snarky pictures in the Wegmans car park.
Like this:
(Can I at least get the points first?)
And this:
(I didn't remember that John Hinckley Jr. was released from the laughing academy a few years back.)
I got a few hours in of actual work before leaving for home, getting the Muppets that were ready, and drinking the Cloth Stroller along with some pizza. Wish that my wound heals without incident, and say, "Goodnight, Socket!"
Goodnight, Socket!