Remember how I mentioned a little problem with my gaping hole? Yeah...turns out it was INFECTED!!! Not only that, but in treating the infection those brainiacs gave me dry socket....me the Queen of Dry Socket! I have had 6 teeth pulled now...4 wisdom and a couple of bastard teeth. Every single tooth that I have had pulled developed dry socket. I'm not kidding...EVERY single one of those f'ers! For the record: I don't smoke, I don't drink carbonated beverages, and I don't suck on nothin'! There's absolutely no reason for me to get dry socket....except for the fact that my mouth HATES ME!!
So, I started feeling pretty good about this last extraction, thinking I might actually escape the horrors of dry socket....then the agonizing pain hit. So, for the past couple of days I've been making daily visits to the tooth torture chamber (aka: Dentist Office) to have my excruciatingly painful gaping hole packed with gauze soaked in clove oil designed to burn my lips off my face and the infection out of the gaping hole all while promoting growth to cure the dry socket. It hasn't been a barrel of giggles. In fact, it hurt too much to even look like I might want to giggle!
I'm now doing much better, thanks for asking. The gauze they tried to shove into the not-so-gaping-hole today has already fallen out.....the hole is closing and I can begin discovering all the activities that I will no longer be able to participate in. For example: no more chewing on my right side, I whistle worse than I did to start with....which means I can't whistle to save my life. Not that I ever was able to whistle....it's just now I can't even practice at it....it just ain't gonna happen. I don't know what else I won't be able to do....for now I'll just mourn the whistle I never had to begin with.