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A new word for pain
Sep. 29th, 2004 12:33 pmI have a new word for pain.
It's called a gingigraft.
That means the doctor didn't think it was good you could see metal bits sticking out of my gumline and the very edge of my skull (and I must admit it creeped me out a bit to be able to see my own skull. No one should be able to see their own skull) so anyhow, she said she was going to do a quick operation to cover it. Silly my, I thought this ment basically cutting the gum around it and stitching it back together.
I did not expect to get a half-inch circle cut out of the rough of my mouth and transplanted to my gum. My mouf is full of stitches and the taste of blood. (I had this done yesterday) Mmm.. Vicodin and antibiotics. My stomach feels like nitroglycerin and my head is stuffed with marshmellows and feels all floaty.
I have become The Fly. (The Jeff Goldblum version) Last night I ate mashed up yogurt and peaches. This morning squished soft tofu. When my tongue touches the top of my mouth I get all squeemish. It's unpleasantly soft and laced with stitches and really not at all what the roof of my mouth should feel like. There's still a slow seep of blood down the back of my throat.
It's odd to think that a hundred years ago, an injury like this would have a good chance of killing someone and yet today this sort of damage is deliberately inflicted without a second thought as outpatient work to help someone. On the bright side, my implant seems to be doing reasonably well. Yay! Bone grafted to metal!
On extranneous note. I wish other people weren't such whusses. I do bo-chai breathing (relaxation, meditation breathing I learned in yoga) because otherwise I'd totally panic during surgery because I have only local anesthesia when I get operated on (It's safer and a lot less expensive) Anyhow, apparently people that are fully out are still reacting to what's being done on them. The person in the next room was fully out and was on a heart monitor and every time there was something that 'hurt', their heart rate fluxated wildly. Beep -- beep -- beepbeepbeep... This REALLY messed up my meditation and I wasn't able to put myself in a totally good place during the operation and was therefor actually way more conscious during it than I'm used to. Not a very pleasant experience. :/ Panicing while unconscious. How freaky is that. Feh. I still managed to keep it together but it was a lot more trying on my psyche (and probably why it hurt a lot more after surgery than my previous operations have)
I'm babbling. it's a good thing I only took half a vicodin this morning. Waaah. My mouf hurts.
It's called a gingigraft.
That means the doctor didn't think it was good you could see metal bits sticking out of my gumline and the very edge of my skull (and I must admit it creeped me out a bit to be able to see my own skull. No one should be able to see their own skull) so anyhow, she said she was going to do a quick operation to cover it. Silly my, I thought this ment basically cutting the gum around it and stitching it back together.
I did not expect to get a half-inch circle cut out of the rough of my mouth and transplanted to my gum. My mouf is full of stitches and the taste of blood. (I had this done yesterday) Mmm.. Vicodin and antibiotics. My stomach feels like nitroglycerin and my head is stuffed with marshmellows and feels all floaty.
I have become The Fly. (The Jeff Goldblum version) Last night I ate mashed up yogurt and peaches. This morning squished soft tofu. When my tongue touches the top of my mouth I get all squeemish. It's unpleasantly soft and laced with stitches and really not at all what the roof of my mouth should feel like. There's still a slow seep of blood down the back of my throat.
It's odd to think that a hundred years ago, an injury like this would have a good chance of killing someone and yet today this sort of damage is deliberately inflicted without a second thought as outpatient work to help someone. On the bright side, my implant seems to be doing reasonably well. Yay! Bone grafted to metal!
On extranneous note. I wish other people weren't such whusses. I do bo-chai breathing (relaxation, meditation breathing I learned in yoga) because otherwise I'd totally panic during surgery because I have only local anesthesia when I get operated on (It's safer and a lot less expensive) Anyhow, apparently people that are fully out are still reacting to what's being done on them. The person in the next room was fully out and was on a heart monitor and every time there was something that 'hurt', their heart rate fluxated wildly. Beep -- beep -- beepbeepbeep... This REALLY messed up my meditation and I wasn't able to put myself in a totally good place during the operation and was therefor actually way more conscious during it than I'm used to. Not a very pleasant experience. :/ Panicing while unconscious. How freaky is that. Feh. I still managed to keep it together but it was a lot more trying on my psyche (and probably why it hurt a lot more after surgery than my previous operations have)
I'm babbling. it's a good thing I only took half a vicodin this morning. Waaah. My mouf hurts.
