A previous attempt of mine to exorcise the demons in my mind worked really well; I’ve almost stopped ‘indulging’ in flights of fantastic tragedies befalling my two kids! I’m trying it again; by writing down all my self-pity party woes in this piece in the hopes of snapping out of it by tomorrow.
You may already have heard, via Facebook, about all four of my wisdom teeth being extracted. I may have moaned and groaned a bit, and we all had a good time discussing my resemblance to a chipmunk, but the truth is that I feel miserable at this moment and I am dreading going to work on Monday.
I guess the main reason for my ‘grief’ is that I did not anticipate the amount of time it would take to recover. In other words, I did not do the necessary research; I expected to be as good as new by the weekend, and it was only after Saturday rolled in with hardly any decrease in pain and discomfort that I searched the Internet and realized that it could be a week; even two, before I could get back to normal! Yes, my dental surgeon did mention the possibility, but I must have just blown that off as an extreme case. There’s also a lingering fear that there could be permanent damage; blame it on the internet for instilling this fear into me!
So, here I am now, one side more swollen that the other because that side had a severely impacted tooth, my entire lower lip and chin are completely numb but have this itchy, tingling sensation because of nerves recovering around my lower gum line, one side of my jaw has a massive purple bruise; It seriously looks as if I just got punched on the jaw. As a result of all this, I have not been able to chew on anything for these last four days. It’s surprising to me that this is a big deal because typically I’m not a foodie. I don’t think that much about my food and I rarely am finicky about what I eat. However, I find that I am fretting about drinking the same old liquid diet of soup, fruit juices and milk, and longing to sink my teeth into something substantial!
The other thing that is aggravating my mood is having to go into work tomorrow and displaying my facial features to everyone! All my colleagues are very nice; it’s me who’s the problem. I’m typically an introvert; I hate any kind of attention directed towards me; I know I will chafe at the prospect of dozens of people coming over to look me over and make the requisite sympathetic noises or ask me out of politeness sake how I am feeling. It makes matters worse that I’m having a hard time talking because my jaw is still under strain.
Alright. Now, I have all my self-pity expressions written down, I must spell this out to myself that I am lucky to have great friends and family who care about me enough to enquire and that this is a good moment as any to snap out of this mood! I should tell you that the evening of the surgery when the boys came home, I realized how lucky I was to have two caring and sensitive sons. Big A came running up first because I had warned him about the extraction and that my face would be swollen. He took a look and his eyes filled with tears. He asked me how much it was hurting and if he could do something, anything, that would help me. I tried to calm him down and then joked that Little a would be so surprised to see my face all swollen like a balloon. He immediately ran downstairs where I heard him hissing to Little a not to laugh when he saw me! Shortly after, Little a came up and the aghast expression on his face was just priceless to see! I smiled to the best of my ability and jokingly asked if it looked really bad! Little a said, “it looks a little bad but….don’t worry, I still like you!”
So, please, dear reader, do not indulge me any further by expressing your sympathy; in fact, if you have any funny incidents about something that happened to you, I’d love to hear it!