The wisdom of teeth - and painkillers, steroids, antibiotics…

No blogging from me until the yelping pain in my face goes away. Am writing from the couch having just had a wisdom tooth removed under sedation in hospital (I actually typed ’sedition’ first time there, but I went to theatre quietly without inciting a riot and I think the drugs are talking/taking effect). The doctor frightened the bejaysus out of me by telling me beforehand that it was “in the top 1% in terms of extraction difficulty I’ve ever seen”. No shit, judging by the way it feels. The painkillers (two types) anti-inflammatories, steroids and antibiotics are all beginning to kick off so I’m going to bask in wooziness and watch Blackadder The Third.
I watched Dig! last night and wished I’d saved it for today - I could have found some common ground with Anton Newcombe’s narcotic daze.

Ok, that post was way longer that it was meant to be. Blame the drugs and the fact I’m supposed to keep talking and laughing to a minimum for 24 hours to a minimum to eliminate swelling.

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10 Responses to “The wisdom of teeth - and painkillers, steroids, antibiotics…”

  1. Redmum Says:

    Oh poor you, I can feel your pain reading the post. Pump those painkillers into you this evening, or a hot whiskey or two might also do the trick.

  2. mish Says:

    Oooh sounds painful.. get well soon (btw sedition is one of my fave words ;))

  3. wulfbeorn Says:

    Oh no, please don’t say much more on this, I’ve just discovered this week a wisdom tooth of my own that will have to be removed and I’m nervous enough as it is!

  4. CyberScribe Says:

    TOMORROW :-) Yipee:-)!!!!!!!!!!!

  5. Joe P Says:

    Gosh, I was at the dentist last week. Have to go back on Friday. Can empathise with the painkillers and antibiotics.

  6. Sinéad Says:

    Guys, thanks for the get well wishes.
    Am still in a good bit of pain - and I have a Girls Aloud review to write. (Actually it sounds like good pop).

    Last night, I couldn’t bear to look at my chopped up gum. I felt like Lisa in that episode of the Simpsons where Homer gives up his dental plan in work and she has to get cheapo braces. When she’s sitting in the chair and the dentist looks horrified at his work, she demands ‘The mirror!, The mirror!” and upon seeing the results, starts to cackle hysterically.
    So, I got himself to have a look (with the rather too large torch from our car) and he reckons I’ve got about 8 stitches. Mother of God.

    Worse, I have to get them out next week on the same day that I’ve got to speak on television. Hopefully I don’t sound all indistinct and slurpy like John Hurt in The Elephant Man.

  7. Fi Says:

    Oh you poor chicken they knocked me over the head and took all four of mine in one go a few years ago. I wouldn’t let them do it while I was awake - are they crazy even suggesting it!? Wait until food gets stuck in the gap that’s when the fun starts!

  8. Justin Says:

    Hey Sinead –

    I feel your pain — literally, since I had one out too, as you already know ;) The good news is that the gums do seem to heal up very quickly. What a relief, as it meant I could munch my way through Thanksgiving dinner quite nicely last Thursday!

  9. S. L. Cunningham Says:

    Sinead,
    I sympathize with you as I just went through this experience myself a couple of weeks ago. Last week the dentist finally felt it was safe enough to do the extraction of my lower wisdom tooth. Talk about blessed relief. I, too, wrote a column about the experience:
    http://dog1net.blogspot.com/2005/11/worm-in-tooth.html

    Enjoy your blog. Interesting and well presented content.
    Scot

  10. Andy Says:

    Hi Sinead,
    You’re probably still feeling the pain a week on so its not too late to sympathise. I had a tooth extracted a while back with only localised anaesthetic for comfort (a bit like treating a sledgehammer blow to the head with Solpadeine). The dentist had to practically climb on top of me to yank the bugger out. While stumbling home afterward my dad drove past and stopped to ask if I was OK. i opened my mouth to reply that I was not feeling the remotest bit ******* OK but all that came out was a load of blood and saliva. He was so scared that he just said “oh dear” and drove off!

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