Feel bad for me, cuz no one else will.

Blogosphere, can we talk? Can we, seriously? Cuz I'd like to whine to you for a few minutes, and have you feel sorry for me, cuz honestly, I've used up everyone else's sympathy for me.

My week, post Wednesday, SUCKED. Kind of royally, actually. All because of my goddamn teeth.

See, my teeth have probably been the most consistent source of annoyance and aggravation my entire teenage to adult life. Aside from being terribly, embarassingly crooked, there's always something fucking wrong with them. My mom...well. She didn't set much store by little things like "dental care" or "tooth brushing" when I was a kid. I went to the dentist a total of 6 times between being born and turning 18. By the time I was 18 and could get my own insurance and take my damn self to the dentist, there was so much damage that I've spent the last 4 years just trying to catch up on the periodontal disease and the breakages in my molars and the zillions of cavities requiring root canals.

I'd gotten the major stuff under control by last winter, but pregnancy hit my teeth and gums HARD. Suddenly, my teeth were breaking all over the goddamn place. Thankfully, they were all molars and back teeth, which are a pain in the ass, but I'm still grateful that it's not visible. I saw the dentist and because I wasn't in any pain, we decided to try to hold off on the extractions until after the baby.

Cut to last Friday morning, around 1:30 am. I wake up in fucking AGONY. My top left molar is throbbing throughout my entire face. Someone forgot to turn on the voicemail at my dentist's office, so I couldn't get their emergency number. I couldn't think of anything else to do besides go to the emergency room.

They figured immediately that I was dealing with an abscess, gave me a script for pennicilin, cleared a couple Vicodin with my OB/GYN to get me through until the infection cleared out, and sent me on my way. The vicodin helped, the antibiotics did their job and by Sunday, I wasn't in pain anymore. I made the first available appointment with an oral surgeon for the 18th.

Until Tuesday morning, 1:30am AGAIN. I wake up, realize quickly WHY I'm awake, and curse the heavens in my bedroom. I had fully believed I was only dealing with an abscess, so why, with a course of antibiotics running through me, was I in so much fucking pain again.

This time I did call the emergency number, and a fat fucking lot of good it did me. No one called back. I called until 8:30 that morning, when finally some broad answered and told me to call the office at nine. By 9:30 I was in their office getting that sucker yanked right out of my skull.

And then the fun REALLY started. The oral surgeon, who did not want to do the extraction in the first place, said I'd be fine with tylenol once the novacaine wore off. I...believed him. He did mention that if I happened to NOT be fine, I needed to go to my OB/GYN, because he did not give narcotics to pregnant women. He again reiterated though, that I'd be fine with tylenol. And like I said, I believed him.

Less than an hour later, without the novacaine even fully wearing off, I was crying on the phone to the nurse in my OB's office. That motherfucker HURT. It hurt worse then than before it got taken out. I felt like I'd gotten punched repeatedly in the face. The OB called in a prescription for Tylenol 3, and slowly, slowly I finally started to feel better.

So now, here I am, cautiously optimistic about possibly, maybe, making it through the remainder of this pregnancy without any more dental intervention, but still pretty fucking pissed off at the world and feeling sorry for myself.

Also, I went to the OB yesterday afternoon for a routine checkup, and was told that, NO, NO it was not possible that 5 ultrasounds were wrong about my due date, and YES, YES I do have to go through 8 more weeks of pregnancy. AT LEAST.

Bastards.

30 weeks, bustin' out of my 220lb husband's t-shirt.

Comments

[TiA]

OMG has it been that long?! Look at that adorable belly, perfect little basketball.

Feelin' ya on the dental woes. Had similar issues during both my pregnancies and with my second baby I was in so much pain, so far from home, I was screaming in agony and actually attempting to bash my head in... anything to deflect the awful pain shooting through my face and head. It's a wonder my girl didn't come out with a third leg with all the meds I took.

[Georgette]

I had the same kind of problem when I was about 12 weeks pregnant. And it happened 2 times after that during my pregnancy.

You're almost there! Cute belly shot.

[Valerie]

Hey! Thru other internet searches, I found a post of your's from January, about doing some inpatient stuff...? I was wondering if you did it, and how'd it go? Debating the same for myself right now....

Thanks!