After surgery I used up my entire pain prescription, part of Brian's, and half of a new stronger prescription. Brian consumed ONE pill, for the whole process. ONE. Zoinks. So then. I got dry sockets...yaaay. So that took a couple more painful visits to pack them with that horrible stuff that tastes like cloves and ruins every single meal you attempt to eat. We threw out those glorious looking socks that hold ice packs and velcro around your face thinking everything would be a-okay! Then I peaced to Florida, syringe in hand, thinking everything would be just dandy! Annnd it was. Until I got back.
So a couple days ago it felt like something was lodged back there but for the life of me I could not get access to it because the hole was so tiny and well, I'm no oral surgeon. So today I wake up and my cheek has assumed the chipmunk position. Just the right side. So I'm a lopsided chipmunk and in pain and I have cloves in my mouth again and a largo prescription for amoxicillin. Again. So great.
Cursed I am. At least I'm pretty sure. Although things have to stop going wrong at some point right? Right. Ugh.
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