By the time my day was over, including carrying that metal shelving unit from The Container Store to my studio, burning-in my new hot stone heater, and re-organizing my space, my phantom tooth was throbbing, and the percodan from this morning had definitely worn off. I was supposed to announce the costume contest for Foggy City next week tonight at class, but I called Lee up and asked him if he could do it instead, as I ran out of energy, and made it home just in time to start crying.
I took some percodan and ate some peanut butter and graham crackers and cheese. Now I’m really floaty and not feeling any pain and ready to sleep. I am trying to marshal my energy this week while I recover from the extraction, and still work. The last time I had a wisdom tooth out, I had to cancel all my appointments for a week. I think part of that is because I didn’t do any kind of pain mitigation because he prescribed vicodin for me, and that makes me really nauseous, so I didn’t fill it. This time, I’m being more aggressive about keeping the pain at bay for these first few days, drinking plenty of water, and getting more rest.
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