Day Four - Dental Diaries Part Two

My morning/afternoon... drifting in and out, I can hear the TV in the den, Sparky moving around, car keys jangling... Weird dreams, for some reason my cat is suddenly part ferret and a woman is threatening to call the police on her because she got out of the house unattended for a few minutes... I can't find a toilet that has a door on the stall, recurring dream, means I gotta pee...

Awake! Why am I propped half up on two pillows? What time is it? Ow, my jaw hurts... oh yeah, dental surgery yesterday. Or is it still yesterday? The sun appears to be up, the clock says it's 1:10, wow. Slowly turn the dimmer on the lamp up... Why is my glass case open and sitting on top of the alarm clock, I only put it there when I'm reading in bed... Why aren't my glasses in it? Crap, where are my glasses? Last waking memory - I was reading, Sookie had just rescued her boyfriend from the vampires who were holding him hostage and she was driving out of the plantation, trying to sweet talk the werewolf who was guarding the gate, zzzzzzz.... Oh! I fell asleep reading, dammit.

My book is on the shelf on my nightstand, but where are my glasses? Move slowly, they might be in bed with me still. At least this is just one of many backup pairs I have and not one of my prescription pairs. They're not on the nightstand, not on the ottoman next to the bed, hmmm. Sit up, put my feet carefully onto the floor... There they are!... in my house shoe? Usually the only thing I find in my shoes are stuffed mice, whatever, at least they're not broken.

I was just joking about passing out, but apparently I actually did. I rarely fall asleep reading, and never suddenly like that, I usually at least am alert enough to turn the light out and put my things on the nightstand. Sparky, on the other hand, can fall asleep mid-sentence with the TV blaring. He's snoring away right now. But if I turn the TV off, he'll wake up immediately.

My hands are still swollen, actually mostly my left hand, so I think the dental injections must be the culprit there since all the work was done on my left side. I stupidly then went back to bed, and spent several more hours tossing and turning restlessly. But that's what I do when I feel bad, sleep, or at least lay in bed. It usually makes the time pass faster and encourages healing, but this afternoon seemed three times as long as it actually was. My neck is all stiff today, not sure if that's from sleeping in such a weird position or from trying to hold my head in one position for hours at a time yesterday, probably both.

I ate more two chicken salad sandwiches for breakfast/dinner so far today. We watched MSNBC while we ate (Sparky had spaghetti left over from last night), listened to the newest 9/11 tapes, Jesus, that's a whole new entry, not today, though... I need to get some work done tonight, even with the swollen hand(s). I've only taken one codeine pill so far today, I'm trying to cut back, I think I was probably getting addicted to them because of the constant pain in my jaw. Hopefully, when the soreness wears off most of that will be gone, even though I still have several more teeth to be done. OK, typing is too hard right now, but my brain is still too sluggish to do much of anything useful...

Posted by Morticia at June 17, 2004 08:49 PM | TrackBack