yay for narcotics
not for the c-section pain
for my stupid mouth
A few days ago I stopped taking all the pain meds for the c-section incision pain, and I noticed a throbbing pain my mouth. Stupid mouth, I thought, just believing I had some kind of irritation from a big sandwich I ate. But the pain kept getting worse and worse, to the point where I could barely open my mouth.
So I went to the dentist yesterday for the first time in seven years. Note to everyone: go to the dentist more often than every seven years.
Guess who gets a root canal and a crown? Guess who’s on antibiotics for an infected tooth? I swear, in the past 10 weeks I can count on two hand the amount of days I’ve NOT been on some kind of stomach-exploding antibiotic.
I spent most of yesterday in a terrible funk. My face hurt, my incision is still sore, my left boob is angry and full… I went to bed at 6:30 and cried myself to sleep. I had to skip the nightly NICU visit because I just couldn’t physically get out of bed. That has never happened to me before – that I have been so defeated and exhausted I couldn’t get out of bed.
Today has been better. The little bit of extra sleep helped my psyche a lot, and Hurricane Ike (though he had a not so great night, too – a lot of spitting up causing low oxygen for a bit) made me feel better this morning when we got to kangaroo and say hello.
I kind of want to stick out my middle finger to the universe for this tooth thing. I mean, COME ON. But then I think about Isaac and all the time in the hospital, and everything that’s happened, and one stupid tooth is nothing compared to all of that. Not a thing. It’s the inconvenience of it that really pisses me off.
Will this make a hilarious story one day? Maybe not.