... from the pain of an infected impacted wisdom tooth. You know, that's not easy to say when you've actually got one!
Both my lower wisdom teeth are impacted. I think the top two are as well but they give me considerably less trouble. Every couple of months something upsets them and they flare up, causing a bit of a disturbance to their neighbours. I swill a few mouthfuls of salt water, pop an ibuprofen or two, and after a day or so they resolve to behave themselves and all is right in the world (read: my mouth) again.
Not this week.
On Sunday I started getting the familiar wisdom toothy feeling on the right hand side of my mouth. I swilled, I popped. The next morning I swilled some more and popped some more. Then I barely slept because I was in pain and felt awful.
Now I hate going to the dentist. Even a check up is a massive deal for me (usually preceded by several cancellations and reschedules until I psyche myself up enough to go). But on Tuesday morning I begged Mr Click to get me an emergency appointment. Yes. The pain was that bad that I begged for a dentist appointment.
I braved work for two hours before shuffling off to my dentist appointment where he barely even needed to look in my mouth (which was just as well because I could hardly open it). I was immediately prescribed two super strength antibiotics, advised to continue taking the painkillers and was told that the tooth is going to have to be evicted.
No news on exactly when yet.
I was feeling so sorry for myself by that point that I took the rest of the day off work, snuggled up on the sofa and actually ended up having a nap (a combination of being sleep deprived, drugged up to the eyeballs, and generally feeling sorry for myself). I NEVER nap so it was definitely very needed.
Today I'm feeling quite a bit better, though I'm still sticking to soft food that can be easily broken into small pieces. It doesn't feel like I'm carrying a balloon around in the back of my mouth anymore so at least the meds seem to be working.
... out all the photos I've taken over the weekend.
I had big plans for going on an nice autumnal walk on Saturday. Except it was very hot and very sunny so I didn't really get any autumnal photos. It was nice to be out with my camera though and, despite saying I would switch lenses, I stuck to my 50mm lens. Just when I think I can't love that thing any more, I take a bunch of beautiful photos and fall in love with it all over again.
We also went to the Viking Festival in Largs. The last time we went was in 2010 so it was really cool to visit the Viking Village they have set up there. All the people are in costume, demonstrating tools, trades, food, crafts, the works. They're all really knowledgeable and they don't mind at all when people take their photos.
I'll tell you more about the Viking Village tomorrow.
... still A Child's History of England by Charles Dickens. It's got to all the Edwards and the skirmishes between Scotland and Wales and while it's interesting, I've been under the weather and just not really in the mood for it. It's kind of a heavy read when you're feeling poorly.
I'm going to push on with it though and hopefully hit the halfway mark by Friday. I have a feeling as I draw nearer to the present (at the time it was written), things'll pick up again. I need to get a move on because I picked up another handful of books in Largs on Monday; I'd like to get through at least half of them by the end of the year.
... the first series of Scrubs. It's giving me flashbacks to being fifteen and watching it in my room. The night it first aired we'd been out at a friend's house and I was determined to be back in time to watch it. I may have rather pointedly suggested that we leave as I had been promised we'd be back in plenty of time. We just made it.
Even though I've seen it several times before, it's not any less funny. In fact, it couldn't be more perfect when you're not feeling a hundred percent.
What've you been up to this week? Any issues with your wisdom teeth?