Wednesday, November 15, 2006
- Problems! -
Thanks for the concern guys!
Well, guess what? Remember the three outcomes? They're all happened/happening. How awful is that? The tooth that hurts is (as I predicted) infected/inflamed (?) so the young dentist lady was insistent on it coming out, along with my other three. Very insistent, although I could see she was trying not to be because she kept saying, 'But its your choice, of course'. Well duh. Anyways, getting it out meant pain and no Friday, and possible problems of some shit. I decided to go with the meds for now and come back from Malaysia to get it done. But now I'm going through the process of how many to get out and whether I want anaesthetic or not, because I certainly don't want to remember a knife going in my mouth and the taste of blood while that happens. Also, the thoughts of a needle in my mouth ain't all that flash. But mum says I shouldn't waste money on anaesthetics because my mouth is number out anyway. I'm torn with decisions and scared.
I have some of you guys saying it's nothing and others saying it hurts. I'm not prepared for oral pain! No! NEVERR!!
I'm a sissy when it comes to pain.
Oh, I didn't take panadeine (?), took panadol to no effect and I'm now on antibiotics (which are heal the inflammatory teeth?) and pain killers I think. Two meds, all drugged up.
Meanwhile I have financial issues. Who knew travel insurance cost a heap? And I have a few things I kind of need to buy before heading overseas... a lot of material stuff actually. Like that dress I planned to buy at Dotti is GONE. That's the colour of the dress if you were wondering. No more dress. I can [a] try to find another one here; [b] put an outfit together and wear that or; [c] put an emergency outfit together, but persistently look for a dress in SG. That's just one of the issues, I have plenty more but will not bombard my blog with all these stoopid problems.
Sigh. sigh sigh sigh. Being poor sucks.
Well, guess what? Remember the three outcomes? They're all happened/happening. How awful is that? The tooth that hurts is (as I predicted) infected/inflamed (?) so the young dentist lady was insistent on it coming out, along with my other three. Very insistent, although I could see she was trying not to be because she kept saying, 'But its your choice, of course'. Well duh. Anyways, getting it out meant pain and no Friday, and possible problems of some shit. I decided to go with the meds for now and come back from Malaysia to get it done. But now I'm going through the process of how many to get out and whether I want anaesthetic or not, because I certainly don't want to remember a knife going in my mouth and the taste of blood while that happens. Also, the thoughts of a needle in my mouth ain't all that flash. But mum says I shouldn't waste money on anaesthetics because my mouth is number out anyway. I'm torn with decisions and scared.
I have some of you guys saying it's nothing and others saying it hurts. I'm not prepared for oral pain! No! NEVERR!!
I'm a sissy when it comes to pain.
Oh, I didn't take panadeine (?), took panadol to no effect and I'm now on antibiotics (which are heal the inflammatory teeth?) and pain killers I think. Two meds, all drugged up.
Meanwhile I have financial issues. Who knew travel insurance cost a heap? And I have a few things I kind of need to buy before heading overseas... a lot of material stuff actually. Like that dress I planned to buy at Dotti is GONE. That's the colour of the dress if you were wondering. No more dress. I can [a] try to find another one here; [b] put an outfit together and wear that or; [c] put an emergency outfit together, but persistently look for a dress in SG. That's just one of the issues, I have plenty more but will not bombard my blog with all these stoopid problems.
Sigh. sigh sigh sigh. Being poor sucks.
-{ missing you 11/15/2006 11:18:00 pm }-