I managed to choke down some macaroni and cheese last night, and I was forced to eat so slow that I actually felt full when I was done. But I am most definitely going out for steak as soon as I can chew again.
Today is the post-op injection site and jaw-fuckery soreness. I just have to keep reminding myself that it’s better than what happened when my wisdom teeth came out.
Seriously, fuck eczema. I’m having a major flare up, which has got infected. It’s painful, itchy as hell, is stopping me from sleeping, and looks revolting.
Hopefully the antibiotics I got yesterday should clear it up soon, but until then, I just don’t feel like doing anything- I’m tired all the time, wearing proper clothes hurts, and I look like I should be walking round with a little bell shouting ‘unclean’.
Oh, plus random people always feel the bizarre urge to tell you what they used for their kid’s mild version, so you get ‘Oh, have you tried using moisturiser?’ No, gosh, the series of specialists I’ve been seeing over the last 20 years never once suggested that! :rolleyes: or ‘You should really try [expensive shit moisturiser that comes in a tiny pot that would barely last one application and has exactly the same ingredients as the cheap stuff bar the perfume]!’ or ‘You’re probably allergic to dairy/yeast/sugar; if you really want it to get better, you should cut that out’, which of course explains why this is the first flare up in two years, despite no diet changes.
Oh, and while I’m at it, no, you didn’t cure your child’s eczema, they grew out of it. That’s the only real cure, and it’s not going to happen to me now.
How about this—“Gee, ma, we would love too, but when the land got surveyed, this was the only spot that passed the perc test, and it JUST did, we really wanted the house elsewhere, but no-go…”
Goddamn it, no more dying, y’all. Too many good posters gone this year.
Yesterday I had a wisdom tooth extracted and a flap procedure done on my gums.
I’m so hungry. All I can think about is hamburgers and fries. But what’s on the menu today? Macaroni and cheese and rice pudding.
Shit. Who’d we lose now? 
ETA: apparently, Polycarp. Jeeeeeeez…
I don’t even know what a flap procedure is, and I’m not going to look it up right now because I bet it’s horrifying. All I could think about last night was steak and carrots and crusty bread. And all I could eat was mac and cheese. I understand. Today I might try oatmeal.
Was your wisdom tooth on the top or the bottom? Because I remember my top wisdom teeth being a walk in the park compared to the agony that was the lower extractions. But whenever there’s an extraction, you can always look forward to that magical seventh day, when the stitches are dissolved and suddenly you’re no longer thinking about being careful every time you open your mouth. I wish you a speedy seventh day. 
If my copay on a medicine is $70 or so, and it improves my health, OK. I can deal with it. But if the medicine causes my IBS to flare up to the point where I can’t do much of anything, and I have to stop taking it, then we have a problem. I’m tired of getting new meds, trying them for a week, and pitching them when I can’t tolerate the side effects.
I think I’m going to tell my doctors that from now on, not to even bother prescribing anything which is known to commonly cause digestive problems in a lot of patients, unless it’s an acute problem. Because I just don’t want to live with the pain, and I’ll take a shorter life span in exchange for less pain.
I bet you’re right. Even assuming that’s what he meant, though - and even if I agreed with him that gay couples shouldn’t raise kids, which I absolutely don’t - I’m left with a huge lump of WTF. I mean, right now, some gay couples are raising kids and some aren’t. If we get marriage equality, then what on earth does he think will change about that? I mean, does he think Ireland is full of gay couples going, ‘You know, I’d love to have kids, but I just don’t believe in raising kids outside marriage, so we’ll just have to hope this marriage equality comes in and then we can raise all the kids we want’? Or what?!
The guy needs to come get his WTF back. It’s sticky and it smells funny.
Ya pussies! 
I had all four wisdom teeth and one other tooth yanked at the same time and the only pain I had was when the pillow was poking me in the side of the mouth. Moved said pillow and no pain. Never took a pain pill and ate regular food from day one.
I also recently had a tooth implant done and same thing. No pain and ate regular food. Never took a pain pill then either. I did take the Amoxicillin because they told me to, but nothing beyond that.
I guess I just have been lucky in the tooth surgery pain department.
I have so much sympathy for you. I had really bad eczema all through my childhood, and I was so grateful that I did grow out of it at puberty. Now I have occasional bouts of what the dermatologist calls atopic dermatitis, which as far as I can tell is the same thing. But I do seem to be able to keep it in check most of the time.
I do have a suggestion, just in case: sunshine. Seriously, this is the only thing that works for me without any side effects*. Seeing that it’s winter, that means a tanning salon. If there is one anywhere you can get to, just a few minutes three times a week, low intensity, could make the condition vastly better within a few days.
Good luck, and again, {{{Filbert}}}
*all cautions and disclaimers about premature wrinkling of the skin and/or skin cancer hereby noted.
Roddy
One of our local FM oldies radio stations started playing Christmas music on November first. Yup. The day after Halloween.
Damn their eyes.
Someone in my house ate the last donut and didn’t throw away the box! I was really looking forward to chocolatey cakey donutty deliciousness, but my hopes were dashed.
I had to quote your whole post or it wouldn’t have made sense, but the bolded parts made me want to smack myself :smack::smack::smack:
While I didn’t know about putting the salve in the lower eyelid, I do know that I’ve got 5 fingers on each hand and they all work. Why do I never remember to use all of them when I’m doing something new?!?
It worked like a charm this morning. Lucky is a pretty mello guy, so all I had to do this morning was hold his head and dose him. After I gave him his good kitty treats, he promised that he would hate me forever, but he’s back on my lap now. Everyone knows that cats lie, so I wasn’t that scared.
Thank you so much. I really do appreciate your advice and expertise.
They lie, and boy howdy, do they ever swear!
This is the first sentence in an article in the local paper today about Billy Graham’s birthday bash:
Emphasis added, of course.
So over the entire 2K years of Christianity, Billy Graham has herded more to the fold than anyone ever? I’ve heard of hyperbole before, but this is ridiculous!
They’re probably using a more secular measure of success.
I’m pretty sure Mother Nature is saying to me, “Remember all those years in your 20’s and 30’s when your period was really regular, fairly easy and 32 days apart? Remember how you could set your watch by it, and it was merely a minor inconvenience? Time to pay up! You will be miserable every month from now until menopause.”
I’m only 44, but damn. These last couple of months have been brutal.
Worst hyperbole ever!
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!