To bring you up to speed, I had extensive dental work done last week (you can read about it here). I’ve had a lot of dental work done over the years so I wasn’t expecting anything different but it was.
First I was numb forever! Ok, it was five to six hours after the appointment which translates into seven to eight total hours of total numbness but I could still feel it the next day. I couldn’t eat at all because the inside of my mouth was swollen. Not so much that you would notice but it wrapped itself around my teeth causing me to chew my mouth.
That required a Starbucks mocha latte.
The next day I was sore. Sore enough that I still couldn’t eat. Along with the mocha latte, I added ice cream as a dietary staple. I debated on hot fudge topping and decided to forego it.
By the following day (Day 3) I thought it prudent to eat something with nutritional value or at least more nutritional value than chocolate and sweet frozen milk. It didn’t go well so I hunkered to soup. I could swallow the small lumps of vegetables and meat whole and the liquid slipped down the back. I found that soft cake worked too. I tried to find nutritious cake with sprinkles. I’m pretty sure sprinkles are a vegetable.
Day 4 and 5 was still pretty sore but the insides of my mouth were looking more normal except at the top sides where my lips kept getting in the way. I was biting myself every time I ate. Odd thing was that all the dental work was on the bottom.
I also developed a lisp because certain syllables had me biting my lip. I was starting to look very bizarre with my speech and eating patterns. Beloved husband wondered what happened to his wife and where this alien came from.
Day 6 brought some of the worst bad breath ever. The funny thing about bad breath is that you don’t smell it on yourself (trust me on this one. I’ve had to have those conversations with people when I worked!). If I could smell it, yikes!
Now I’m exhibiting signs of OCD as I keep rinsing, gargling and brushing the cesspool in my mouth. There is no way cake and mocha lattes can cause this. Must have been those vegetable sprinkles.
This is a good time to remind you that I always go for the dark side. If a normal person wakes up with a new ache they think that arthritis is kicking up or they are sore from an activity. I think it’s some form of deadly disease and I only have a month to live. I revisit my will, kiss my cats and start hugging people. It’s just me.
I was at the point where I would call the dentist because well…deadly disease and all that when it improved (except for the breath).
I remember that I am going through a streak of dry mouth that wakes me up at night to drink water. (Yes, I wake up to drink, then I wake up to pee. Welcome to getting older folks! I know, you only thought you had to worry about wrinkles.) Dry mouth can cause bad breath.
My next dental appointment is in two weeks (if I live that long). It won’t be as long or as extensive. Hopefully I can get the lip chewing and bad breath under control. (Bad breath is another reason NOT to be a dentist!)
As long as no one sends in the locusts and the rest of the plaques, I’ll be ok. However, the cats are looking forward to the locusts.
Author’s note: If you are curious about the procedure, I had five (yes five) veneers replaced on my bottom teeth. The old ones were 20 years old so I got my money’s worth. It cost twice as much as my first car but in the end it will be great. Also, none of this is a result of my dentist. He’s great – quick and thorough. It’s just me and my dear friend Hypochondria.