Pain Equals No Sleep

 So, if you read my last post, then you know why I have been absent. 

The surgery went well yesterday, and the man is sitting in his recliner fully dosed with antibiotics and pain meds. We had a really awful weekend, so sit back while I weave a tale of woe.

Keep in mind that the tooth in question broke in mid-July. At first the pain was bearable, and the man was complaining periodically. Mostly at night when everything gets worse if you happen to be ailing. I think it was Thursday when I noted that his neck was swollen. I told him that his turkey waddle resembled a scrotum with only one testicle.

I think he may have been offended, but after looking in a mirror, he agreed that my description was on spot. We laughed and life went on. Sort of ......

Friday his neck was bigger, like the other testicle fell into place and the left side of his face was beginning to swell. Even the inside of his mouth was swollen. No fever and he had just completed a round of antibiotics. I called the dentist. Office was closed, so I took advantage of his offering of his cell phone # in an emergency and called him.

We agreed that it was definitely abscessed. My biggest worry was that we would be driving to Tennessee only to be sent home with more antibiotics. He called in a different drug to combat the infection, and we picked that up and got him started right away.

Thursday night was bad, neither of us getting much sleep. When I am restless at night, I get up and leave the bedroom. No sense in both of us losing sleep. I am considerate, no matter how much pain I might be experiencing. Not the case with the man-child here. He moans and groans and at one point even sat on the side of the bed and stomping his foot on the floor. I am not insensitive to his pain; you might recall that I have been through this myself recently. But I managed to let others remain unaware of my misery.

Friday night was more of the same. I did consider knocking him out because you are not in pain when you are unconscious. Something for pain other than Tylenol and Motrin was called for.

Our primary facility is closed on Saturday, but the sister office in Blairsville is open half the day. Not being one to show up unexpectedly, I called, left the required message and waited. When it became apparent that a return call was not going to happen, we loaded ourselves into the truck and headed for the urgent care.

We were a fine pair. My right foot throbbing from GOUT! Yes, it was not the recent fall bothering my foot, it was hot flaming gout. I could not get a shoe on my foot. Not my big toe, but across the top of my foot just above the toes. Flip flops were not even an option. As the foot throbbed, the man with a very big face drove.

A very sympathetic doctor prescribed pills to alleviate the pain of the both of us. I also got a shot to speed things along. Pills for the next few days. I was able to drive us home from the oral surgery in Tennessee.

Two nights of sleep have made me a nicer person to be around.