Well, I went to the doctor
I said, “I’m feeling kind of rough”
“Let me break it to you, son:
Your shit’s fucked up.”
I said, “my shit’s fucked up?”
Well, I don’t see how–"
He said, “The shit that used to work–
It won’t work now.”
I am in so much pain. i think the pain is being caused by a infection in the tissue above a crown I had put in 10 years ago. I had an infection a few weeks after I got that crown and I had to take a course of a strong antibiotic. This feels like the same thing. Any pressure on the crown is agonizing. I had to force myself to eat some pasta for dinner. The pain is spreading now to the teeth on either side, the side of my nose and under my eye. But it’s mostly the throbbing pain above the crown. I have an appointment in the morning but getting through the night is going to be awful. This sucks so very much. I’ve been relatively healthy since before Covid. I’d forgotten how bad feeling like shit can be.
This doesn’t sound right. I’ve had teeth be in pain, and gotten removed the next day.
I’ve also had an infection where it hurt to touch my cheek.
Neither of those spread.
Please err on the side of caution and get help.
For decades, caffeine had no effect on me. So, I could drink coffee at night and go to slep with no trouble. But, a little over a year ago after having been on Concerta for decades I siwtched to Qelbree for my ADD. Now ( as I discovered when I went nuts with a bottle of Bosco coffee syrup) caffeine makes me twitchy and makes it extremely hard to concentrate.
It could be the caffeine. It coudl be anxiety over whether I’ll get to view the 90% eclipse on Monday. It could be anxiety about various personal problems.
Man, I know the feeling. I went through a month or so of not sleeping. Just today I told the doctor about lying there, listening to my heart pounding until daylight.
So he asked “How are you sleeping now?” and I said “Great!” “What changed?” “I wish to God I knew…”
Luckily, I listen to audiobooks to get back to sleep, and for that month I’d just lie quietly. If I could listen to a book and not stress about getting back to sleep I got about half the benefits of a good sleep.
Almost two in the morning here, and husband is on his way to the emergency vet with our big dog. The dog’s been coughing and gagging periodically since his dinner a few hours ago. The emergency vet has about a six hour wait time, but they’re the only game in town.
We go through something similar. My gf asks if I want to go to restaurant A or B for dinner. It makes absolutely no difference to me, and I tell her that.
She gets flustered and wants an answer. I say, “well A is a bit closer, so I choose A”.
There’s a moment of silence and she says, “OK. I was thinking B since we haven’t been there in a while, but we’ll go to A”.
Except I’m up and fed hours before she gets up. And maybe she truly doesn’t care whether she gets strawberry or rocky road ice cream for dessert… I don’t know.
My rant is towards family members who insist on correcting MIL’s delusions. She’s bedridden in a nursing g home but has these fantastic delusions she’s out driving and shopping and visiting old friends with her long deceased husband.
I say go with the flow, enjoy the trips down memory lane with her. But no, BIL has to correct her and remind her that she’s an invalid and the last one of her generation alive. What’s the fucking point in that?
Bummer. A friend’s doberman was recently diagnosed and is on Pimobendan (which is pricey). Her dog is doing very well right now, but they warned her that it is a terminal disease.