March 17, 2011
iPhonography
Grab shots from our post-dinner stroll.
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March 17, 2011
Concurring diagnoses!
Okay, boys and girls. We might be finally settling on a resolution. At the very least, a common diagnosis. Dentist today poked around, and rattled his metal mirror torture-device thingy around my teeth and, after peeling me off the ceiling, proclaimed, “I think it’s trigeminal neuralgia.” Ding ding ding! That’s what the primary care doc said, so that’s what we’re going with for now.
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March 16, 2011
How do you spell relief?
V-I-C-O-D-I-N.
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March 16, 2011
Another office visit today
Let’s see if medical expert #5 can figure anything out. Seeing the dentist late this afternoon.
After a pretty good day yesterday, I crashed and burned last night. A rush-hour Vicodin helped, except for dinner, which was excruciating. Again.
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March 16, 2011
Morning Ice
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March 15, 2011
Update
I’ve run the medical gamut, and am really nowhere new. Here’s what I’ve done, in a nutshell:
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March 11, 2011
Ominous
Why is dental equipment always so scary looking?!
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March 11, 2011
Bouncing
Well, Wednesday’s relief was either temporary or an indication I spaced my pain meds appropriately. That night I crumpled again. Yesterday saw a CR scan to rule out a mass in my sinus passage. All clear on that front (thankfully), causing the ENT to proclaim it must be dental. He referred me to an oral surgeon, where I sit waiting to be seen right now. Fun.
Actually, I don’t care WTF they do if it brings relief.
More later. Hopefully pain-free or at least with some solid answers.
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March 9, 2011
Anatomy 101 – Today’s lesson: Sinus cavities
The visit to the dentist yesterday afternoon was very informative. First, I learned that Dr. C. is apparently doing just fine as he is currently on vacation in Hawaii and is going to Aruba next month. Second, I learned that his assistant, Kelly, is da bomb. And very knowledgable about all things toothy.
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March 8, 2011
Pain goggles
When it comes, it sneaks up from behind and clobbers me without warning. The pain swoops up and descends, bringing down a blanket over my view. Everything, everything, is seen through the haze of pain. It’s impossible to look around it, or over it. It mocks my attempts to ignore it by prickling my eyes with tears since apparently a metaphorical vision change simply isn’t enough.
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