Status Report!

So, I spent yesterday (from the dentist appointment onward) and this morning needing the trauma doll about as often as the instructions permitted, but from the very early afternoon (at which point I absentmindedly tried to open my mouth wide enough to chug the last little bit of root beer) onward today I haven't really needed it. For lunch and dinner today I had soft-boiled pasta (tossed in butter and olive oil for lunch, with creamy parmesan sauce for dinner... the lunch batch was a small test run to make sure I could handle it before I made enough for the sauce to be worthwhile.)

In other words, the pain is much more under control. My gums are still swollen, my chin's still swollen though less so, my cheek is quite a bit less swollen... I can't see the swelling any more though I can feel it inside my mouth... the inside wall's much closer to my teeth than it should be. Not between them, like it was.

So tomorrow I might be a little more clear-headed than I was today. Still not making any plans or predictions. I was still pretty drowsy and light-headed all evening. My mind and body are very susceptible to fatigue, and fighting a major infection is fatiguing. But I did accomplish some things today, in terms of sitting back and looking at my long-term plans. I'll have to give those plans a reality check once I'm back to some semblance of normal functioning, of course. But I'm feeling good. I feel like I've got a better handle on where I'm at and where I'm going now.

Flames on the (in)side of my face

I woke up this morning feeling pretty good, but round 'bout the time I started thinking that I might just be able to handle some pancakes I got a stabby pain in the gums around the tooth in question and the start of another icepick headache directly above it. I suppose it doesn't want me to forget who's in charge on what is hopefully the last full day of its existence.

So, I took another trauma doll... I had been working on a blog post in response to Amanda Fuckkking Palmer's latest nonsense when the pain hit. I tried soldiering on, but... meh. Trauma doll doesn't seem to be that powerful in its effects, but it seems to give little nudges. That is, if I'm sleepy, it puts me to sleep. And I have a tendency to be rambly and not at all track closely to the plot, so it doesn't really aid my coherence. I want to do the subject justice. So I saved it as a private post, to be reworked later.

Tooth comes out tomorrow, hopefully.

Fun times with my head.

I was just having an email conversation back and forth with Jack, who can check email but not sign onto IM programs at the moment. After several brief exchanges during which I was also doing other things, I managed to get the impression that we'd been chatting on AIM and so I flipped "back" to that window and was surprised and disappointed to see that he was offline, and then a little alarmed when the conversation we'd just had was "gone".

Luckily his next email popped up soon, rescuing me from the Twilight Zone.

This is the sort of thing that's been bedeviling me for the past few days. I already have a strong tendency to set things down for a second and then forget where I put them (or that I had them in the first place), lose track of who I've told what, etc. The tag team of pain and pain medication only makes it worse. I think the last MU chapter to go up, written before I got the pills but while I was in intense pain, had more homophone errors (and not-quite homophones like "hell" for "heel") than anything I've written since elementary school.

Oh, whoops... I just navigated away from this page. :P Thank you, Livejournal draft-saving-thingy.

I don't even remember if there was anything else I wanted to put here.