Alright, So I need to vent. I just used a facemask....which I though was "all natural" and healthy for my skin, in fact it says "hypoallergenic, dermatologist tested" Apparently not very well. I do have sensitive skin, but when a product says hypoallergenic I tend to trust it. I bought this from Shoppers drug mart. So I put the mask on, immediately my face started to heat up and burn but I assumed that that was a sign that it was working, I tried to leave it on a bit longer but I couldnt bear it so I wiped it off with a cold cloth....underneath the mask my face was bright red, burning, rashy, bumpy...and my skin is normally porcelain smooth. I was horrified. Its been an hour and it seems to be fading, aka I'm starting to look human but wow, I will never recommend these products again!!! nor will I ever use them or shop at shoppers drug mart again.
By day 6 my face was back to normal. The right side continued to bleed lightly until day 7. It has been 20 days and the stitches are still falling out. The pain was still bad until day 12, but I went back to work after 10 days. The worst part by far was the taste in my mouth, literally the taste of rot, which I'm told is normal. What a Hell-ish ecperience! But it's over! :)
Today has been dreadful. Ive been taking my pills, my face is soo swollen, there is some very light bleeding.
The only thing I've eaten is half a wendys frosty. I have been using two ice packs for each side. I sleep sitting up.
Even with the pain pills my pain level is usually between a 6-7.5. My brother got his out without any pain or issues, as did my parents. I guess I'm just lucky. I haven't been able to brush my teeth, nor can I open my mouth. The picture shows how far I can open my mouth, which is just slightly.
I've actually lost two pounds in a day but my face looks like I've gained 30 pounds. The freezing went away at around 2am last night, yay no nerve damage! Make sure you have a very committed care giver to help you out in case you swell up like I did. I've been knitting alot though.
I had surgery this morning at 9am to remove all 4 of my wisdom teeth. So I've decided to document the recovery/surgery so that people undergoing this procedure can have an idea of what their in for.
For starters only one of my teeth had actually broken the surface of my gums, it was the bottom right one. The other three were "ready" to come out but hadn't yet pushed through my gums, I believe they said it was because my mouth was too small..(that's a new one).
I was having alot of teething pain on the bottom right side the night before so I was actually relieved to know it would soon be over....Sortof.
I was the first patient that day. I brushed my teeth and we went to leave the house, I asked my mom if she had all the right papers and ofcourse she said yes...when we got there we realized that she brought my car insurance papers instead...O.o so that was lovely, but we were early so they let her drive back to get them. First the nurse came in and went over a sheet of paper with what to expect after the surgery and gave me tips on foods to try and showed us how to change and roll the gauze. Then the oral surgeon came in and he went over the prescription I would be given, Percocets because tylonal three upsets my stomach and I metabolize the codeine too quickly for the pain relief to be effective. Then I asked him how I would be able to tell the difference between the numbing of my mouth or nerve damage, He said that you can't tell until 8 hours after the surgery but that it's rare and wouldn't happen to me.
I was nervous but So tired from waking up at 4am due to anxiety so I just kept telling them that I was excited to sleep. The anesthesiologist came in, told me about general anesthesia and reassured me that he would make sure that I wouldn't be nearly as nauseous as I had been after my tonsillectomy. Then my mom went to the waiting room and I was led into a room that had a dental chair in the middle. I sat up on it, they told me to uncross my legs because once I'm asleep I wouldn't be able to and it could affect circulation. Then the anesthesiologist asked me about my college, I wasn't nervous at that point because I knew soon it would be fine. He put the IV in and told me that it might sting, and I said he did a great job because the people at the hospital when I had my tonsillectomy had to try twice, He laughed and called them hacks then joked and said that was just the alcohol, and I told him "well now it looks like you've used too much". Then they put the oxygen mask on me and said "you probably already know what this is from your tonsillectomy", I told them that actually I wasn't given it before going under and the anesthesiologist said something about them being hacks again, I focused on breathing deeply. There was only a nurse and the anesthesiologist in the room, He told me he was about to inject the anesthesia into my IV. I stared up at the ceiling thinking about how many people have stared at the ceiling, the moment the fluid entered my veins I felt coldness but no pain and then heavyness, all of my muscles relaxed and then my vision went blue...not sure why, I just remember seeing blue :) But it was calming.
I woke up staring at the ceiling, my whole lower face was numb, not including my nose, but my ears were numb and tingly. My mouth tasted like dandelions and because of the gauze it was dry, I asked the nurse for water and she said I could drink when I got home. The taste bothered me more then the pain. The nurse was the only one in the room, She told me that in ten minutes she would get me up. She changed my gauze, I felt sleepy and I could barley keep my eyes open but the pain was maybe a 3, she kept checking her watch and I said "you're so good at your job, you're such a good nurse" I'm not even sure why...I just felt like complimenting everyone. I asked her how long it had been and she said "just under an hour". She helped me get up and walked me to my mom in the waiting room. There were 3 other people in the waiting room all my age (19) and they were all having the same surgery. I stopped at the door of the waiting room to feel my lips and make sure my mouth was closed, the nurse said I looked normal but it felt like I'd had multiple botched lip injections and that my lips probably looked like a folded innertube in the middle of two stuffed chipmunk cheeks. Though, in reality it did look completely normal except of the fact that the only facial expression I could do was pout...I could sort of talk but It didn't sound like me. I walked into the waiting room and all I thought was how scared everyone looked and that I should reassure them...I'm sure everyone else was nervous and I was the first person They'd seen. From the back room I could hear the second patient getting drilled, my mom later told me that they didn't need to use the drill on me. While we were still in the waiting room my mom asked how it went, I said fine and gave a thumb up, she asked how I felt and I said fine, all eyes were on me so I tried to smile and act like it wasn't too bad in hopes that it would make them feel better. As we were leaving I said loud enough for everyone to hear that "it wasn't that bad at all".
Then we got to the car, 10 minute drive home...I changed my gauze the moment I got home. I had to keep changing it every ten minutes because the bottom right side (where the tooth was already come through the gums) was bleeding. It wasn't terrible...I rolled up the gauze and shoved it as far back as I could. It kept triggering my gag reflex because I didn't like the feeling of the cotton fabric in my throat, it felt like a mouth full of cotton balls which really grossed me out. After 3 hours of constant gauze changing my mom dipped two tea bags in warm water and tried to put them back there but they were too big so we decided to just use one on the side with the bleeding. (tennin in tea is supposed to constrict blood vessels and slow bleeding) I was worried it might break so we wrapped it once in gauze. I tied to sit with it like that for half an hour but I think I only lasted ten minutes because the concentrated taste of the tea mixed with the taste of gauze and my own blood was making me queasy and gag. I took the tea bag out, put gauze in and went to lay down...or lay up because I didn't want to get bruising from sleeping on my cheek. I slept upright with two ice packs for my face. (the kind that are little fabric bags with a lid and you just fill them with ice cubes, those worked the best..but there are also some that are made of jell beads and they don't freeze fully and those help too) I took a gravol, pain pill and an antibiotic. I had to push them back on my tongue and swallow them with some water because my mouth was numb so the water kept spilling everywhere. The bleeding lessened but my stomach hurt from lack of food, water and swallowing my own blood. I napped for alittle while but mostly just sat in the dark with my cats. At 8 pm I started to worry because my lower lip and chin were still completely numb. Online it said that that probably meant I had some nerve damage. I got worried, we called the "on call" oral surgeon and he never called us back. I took the gauze out to try to move my jaw a bit to maybe help get the numbness out of my jaw, I think it helped. I didnt eat until 10pm and I had half a cup on soft serve, I haven't drank much.Earlier today (8pm) The numbness was the majority of the discomfort I felt but now its seeming to slowly wear off so it is starting to hurt quite a bit. maybe a 5-6. not horrible though...just feel like I got in a fight and that its bruised and stiff...I refuse to look back there unless I have to. I plan to not heat anything that requires chewing because I don't want food getting stuck.
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with bugs, stones, wind and country dirt flying in my face I can confidently say that there are alot of nicer places to bike, most of which don't involve being chased by untamed farm dogs. But I find it somewhat pointless to put my bike in my jeep to drive to a place that's scenic when I already live in an area surrounded by trees and greenery. So I blast my ipod, and enjoy the fresh air and clean smells, I take the same route I used to bike every day after school which leads me past an old school house from 1928 that has been converted into a family house. Biking has always been a way to clear my head, the faster I go the faster the thoughts get wiped away and left in the past. I was feeling horrible, I had barley left the house all weekend....literally, It had been 4 days...so I pried myself away from my bed, art table and indoor stationary bike and threw myself onto my hoorible outdoor bike...it was not made for country roads, if I dont ride it on the highest gear it makes terrible noises like a string of cans off a newlywed vehicle is trailing behind it, but it's purple and shiny which is apparently all I cared about when I chose it -_- I have horrible taste in boys, bikes and cars...I was going to choose a beetle over my jeep...but my family forcefully made the choice for me and it is one I can now fully appreciate and stand by. Anyways although I am exhausted, and sweaty I feel alot better...sometimes you have to feel physically drained in order to be mentally recharged.
Lost 5 pounds...in 4 days...I'm eating the healthiest I've ever eaten. I moved a workout machine into my room, and last night I was biking for almost 2 hours. I'm not excited for work tomorrow...but I only work four days...In that four days I'll be making more then I made at my other jobs in a month. Then I have some days off, I'll be back in my college town working on the house....then I have another surgery...which I'm terrified for. I'm trying to be positive but this has been a rough summer, I had my tonsillectomy, I was being harassed by a man at work, I lost two...maybe three close friends...and now this surgery...But I have to keep my head up. While I was in college 1/3rd of my hair fell out, since I had very thick hair to begin with it wasn't that noticeable, but to me it was tragic. Since being home for the summer I can tell that it's growing back and I'm so happy about that. The house in Sudbury really seems to be coming along. And though I've lost some people in my life I know that it was for good reasons.
I'm not normally the type of person to make covers. In fact this is the only cover I've ever made. I snagged a instrumental clip 30 seconds long, edited and replayed it, then used an editing program to add my singing onto it...I'd never even done any of this before, and it was 4am. So don't judge too harshly. Enjoy lovlies <3...oh and dont have your volume too high ! :)
“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.” - Ellen Goodman
So because I have an abnormally random train of thought, my mind sometimes conjures up some pretty interesting stuff...usually completely unprovoked, bear with me. I'm going though a weird gardening phase...(whatever, sometimes a 19 year old girl needs to bring out her inner granny, its not like I was knitting or anything crazy like that...I may have been baking though) anyways, I was thinking about life, which often brings up some pretty intense and confusing metaphors.
When a fruit goes moldy you have to take it out of the basket so it doesn't spread to the others. They were just moldy fruit. *Que flickering mental light bulb* Okay, so maybe It's not the brightest metaphor...But it kind of hit me like a brick... (just let that simile paint you a picture of how forcefully my mind was mugged by this seemingly irrelevant metaphor) So at this point in my ramblings you are probably wondering what the heck am I actually even taking about...don't worry, you're not alone, I often do this too. Have you ever experienced a circumstance so toxic that it infects other aspects of your life with its disease ridden negativity. I'm not necessarily talking about a person, this could be a memory, job...animal? who knows. Usually It's a person though. Have you ever heard of the bad apple metaphor, actually there's probably a few of those floating around out there, so obviously my thought wasn't very original, but at the time (2am) that I thought it it felt new to me. Anyways the 'bad apple' metaphor is based on the knowledge that a single rotten apple in a barrel of apples will spread it's disease, and eventually ruin the entire shipment. I work in the packaging department of a factory, so take this from a self proclaimed professional, this is serious stuff! All those times when you cut someone or something out of your life because you could feel it spreading and taking over the good things in your life.
Maybe an (ex) girlfriend was completely taking over your life, taking over your social time with friends, your private time, and your school time because she was so needy...yes...I can admit to being a bad apple once. I'm pretty sure I can actually feel all the cyber stares and judgements seeping to me through my keyboard, so for the record I'm not like that anymore. I'm far more independent, self reliant and not at all desperate like I used to be, and there's someone pretty special who can vouch for that. So if your noticing a negative circumstance in one aspect of your life, that may be starting to spread and corrupt other aspects of your life, It may be time to sift though some metaphorical apples. Peace and Love my darlings!! <3 (this article is proof for why you shouldn't be allowed within typing distance of a computer when your tired and feeling philosophical)