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Life without teeth, day 5
Oct. 17th, 2006 10:20 amYesterday I spent much of the day out of bed. Of course, I was in the screamingest, sobbingest, worst verynogood mood, so it didn't really count for much. But I did make chocolate muffins.
Still no actual socket pain, but as of yesterday I have the grandmother of all jaw aches, which sometimes expands to every bone in my skull being lined with pain. It kind of feels like a bad sinus headache, if I had extra sinuses in my mandible. The Vicodin is keeping this at bay, but not actually defeating it. This is where having super-mild drug reactions becomes less of a good thing.
And as I must drive to get my tires changed in a bit, and then to work, I'll be on minimum drugs for the rest of the day. I'm going to miss this bed.
In other news, I think my levels of Brain Goo have dropped too low, which is causing the squeaking and groaning every time I try to work on a short story. Possibly a week or two spent changing the fluids are in order. I did have half an idea for a good old-fashioned '20s pulp detective story, though, with ghouls and flapper Tindalosi. I've been playing with the thought of something historical for a while now, and this is probably better than re-writing Murder on the Orient Express with ghouls.
Okay. Shower. Pants. Tires.
Right.
Still no actual socket pain, but as of yesterday I have the grandmother of all jaw aches, which sometimes expands to every bone in my skull being lined with pain. It kind of feels like a bad sinus headache, if I had extra sinuses in my mandible. The Vicodin is keeping this at bay, but not actually defeating it. This is where having super-mild drug reactions becomes less of a good thing.
And as I must drive to get my tires changed in a bit, and then to work, I'll be on minimum drugs for the rest of the day. I'm going to miss this bed.
In other news, I think my levels of Brain Goo have dropped too low, which is causing the squeaking and groaning every time I try to work on a short story. Possibly a week or two spent changing the fluids are in order. I did have half an idea for a good old-fashioned '20s pulp detective story, though, with ghouls and flapper Tindalosi. I've been playing with the thought of something historical for a while now, and this is probably better than re-writing Murder on the Orient Express with ghouls.
Okay. Shower. Pants. Tires.
Right.
