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Saturday night I was enjoying one of Patrick's famous spice cookies (no icing), and was carefully chewing it to a mush on the right side of my mouth, away from the temporary crown, like a Good Girl. My tongue willfully pushed the mushy mass to the left side of my mouth, and I immediately felt the temporary come out.
"Oh fuck my life," I thought to myself, and began lingual acrobatics to extricate the crown from the mass of cookie sludge. Couldn't do it, so I spit it out in my hand and dug through it to find the crown. Found it, and not wanting to waste a Perfectly Good Cookie, licked the mush back up and examined the crown. It seemed to be intact, nothing missing, so I put it on the bedside table for the night. After swallowing the cookie, I went and rinsed my mouth out, paying particular attention to the Gaping Crater, then retired.
Sunday I ate yogurt, Beef with Barley soup, an Annie Chun Kung Pao noodle bowl (too salty), and a can of Margaret Holmes Field Peas with Snaps (delightful). Rinsed out the GC after each meal of soft, mushy stuff. Kept playing with the sharp edges of the GC with my tongue. Bit myself a few times with said sharp edges. Ow.
Got up this morning at 7:fucking30 am to call the dentist. Let me add, after spending most of the night until 4 am squirting my brains out from the combination of soft foods and lingering effects of the clindamycin I had been taking for the averted aspiration pneumonia. So on 3 hrs sleep I schlepped back to the dentist, temporary in ZipLoc bag, and had it put back in.
This time they put in two temporary metal posts with literal gobs of cement on them (cute little wee slivers of metal that went in the gutta-percha packing), slathered yet more cement on the crown, then spread more cement around the base. For a final touch, the tech cemented the crown to the premolar behind it and the canine in front of it.
I found out why she was overkilling it -- today is the only day this week they're open! Closed until next Monday! Talk about dodging a bullet...
So I'm continuing to eat soft foods for another couple of days to make sure this cement is set completely and totally. When I got home I crawled back in the bed until 2 pm, then ate some Annie Chun Teriyaki noodles (okay, but nothing to write home about, I think Ms. Chun can keep her noodle bowls), had some Barilla 4 cheese tortellini in marinara for supper, and just now have finished some yogurt. Crown seems to be doing fine. I however am still having gurgly bowels and whoooooooshes of vile Satan's coffee when I crap.
Which I actually need to do right now. BRB.
Okay, I'm back. I just wanted to note that I've been freezing, even though it hasn't really been unusually cold for this time of year. Today I was at the store with Mike, getting odds and ends for some soft meals and Christmas and New Year dinners (we don't celebrate Christmas, but I always make a holiday dinner; go figure). We were about to check out and I suddenly felt awful. Hot, somewhat nauseous, weak, lightheaded, and slightly sweaty. I said to Mike, "You know, all of a sudden I don't feel real well." He looked at me, and I must have looked ill, because he gave me the keys and told me to go sit in the truck. Which I did. This was not a dumping episode, for the WLS people who might be reading this -- it was something else.
We got home and I didn't even feel well enough to help bring in the groceries, which I usually do. I just sat down and vegetated on the couch. Just my luck, it's been about a week since I was at the dentist, and there were a couple of people in there who did not Sound Well At All. I hope I haven't contracted Porky's Revenge...
"Oh fuck my life," I thought to myself, and began lingual acrobatics to extricate the crown from the mass of cookie sludge. Couldn't do it, so I spit it out in my hand and dug through it to find the crown. Found it, and not wanting to waste a Perfectly Good Cookie, licked the mush back up and examined the crown. It seemed to be intact, nothing missing, so I put it on the bedside table for the night. After swallowing the cookie, I went and rinsed my mouth out, paying particular attention to the Gaping Crater, then retired.
Sunday I ate yogurt, Beef with Barley soup, an Annie Chun Kung Pao noodle bowl (too salty), and a can of Margaret Holmes Field Peas with Snaps (delightful). Rinsed out the GC after each meal of soft, mushy stuff. Kept playing with the sharp edges of the GC with my tongue. Bit myself a few times with said sharp edges. Ow.
Got up this morning at 7:fucking30 am to call the dentist. Let me add, after spending most of the night until 4 am squirting my brains out from the combination of soft foods and lingering effects of the clindamycin I had been taking for the averted aspiration pneumonia. So on 3 hrs sleep I schlepped back to the dentist, temporary in ZipLoc bag, and had it put back in.
This time they put in two temporary metal posts with literal gobs of cement on them (cute little wee slivers of metal that went in the gutta-percha packing), slathered yet more cement on the crown, then spread more cement around the base. For a final touch, the tech cemented the crown to the premolar behind it and the canine in front of it.
I found out why she was overkilling it -- today is the only day this week they're open! Closed until next Monday! Talk about dodging a bullet...
So I'm continuing to eat soft foods for another couple of days to make sure this cement is set completely and totally. When I got home I crawled back in the bed until 2 pm, then ate some Annie Chun Teriyaki noodles (okay, but nothing to write home about, I think Ms. Chun can keep her noodle bowls), had some Barilla 4 cheese tortellini in marinara for supper, and just now have finished some yogurt. Crown seems to be doing fine. I however am still having gurgly bowels and whoooooooshes of vile Satan's coffee when I crap.
Which I actually need to do right now. BRB.
Okay, I'm back. I just wanted to note that I've been freezing, even though it hasn't really been unusually cold for this time of year. Today I was at the store with Mike, getting odds and ends for some soft meals and Christmas and New Year dinners (we don't celebrate Christmas, but I always make a holiday dinner; go figure). We were about to check out and I suddenly felt awful. Hot, somewhat nauseous, weak, lightheaded, and slightly sweaty. I said to Mike, "You know, all of a sudden I don't feel real well." He looked at me, and I must have looked ill, because he gave me the keys and told me to go sit in the truck. Which I did. This was not a dumping episode, for the WLS people who might be reading this -- it was something else.
We got home and I didn't even feel well enough to help bring in the groceries, which I usually do. I just sat down and vegetated on the couch. Just my luck, it's been about a week since I was at the dentist, and there were a couple of people in there who did not Sound Well At All. I hope I haven't contracted Porky's Revenge...
