Yes, the famous quote from “Julius Caesar” by Shakespeare, sums up how I feel about my mouth in general.

Yes, it’s an infection – a mild one, but still an infection. I’ve been a good girl and kept the extraction sites clean as possible, but it’s still managed to get infected. I know this is normal and I know that it isn’t the end of the world, but it would have been nice to sail through this whole experience as trouble-free as possible, however, that’s not to be. Continue reading ““Et tu, Brute?””

The above quote is from “Romeo and Juliet” and is summing up how I’m feeling right now.

Yesterday was fine (the day after surgery). The jaws were a little sore, but I figured that was normal. Then, this morning, the ache began to burn a little. Didn’t think that was normal, but figured that maybe it was because the salt water was a little heavier on the salt today due to my tipping a little too much into the water.

By lunchtime (pumpkin soup, by the way), the ache had got a little more intense and the face started to swell. No bruising at all – hasn’t been any, don’t expect any – but wasn’t sure about the swelling. Continue reading ““Oh, I am fortune’s fool!””

How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!”

– Shakespeare (Hamlet)

I’m assuming that you get from the above quote that I’m feeling better.

It’s nearly three hours since I had two wisdom teeth out and I actually feel okay. I mean I still have a bit of gauze on standby in case it’s needed, but on the whole I’m surprised, and pleased at how painless and trouble-free it was. Sure, there’s a bit of an ache now the anesthetic’s worn off, but not nearly as bad as I imagined. No swelling yet, but I guess that will happen once the body realises I’ve had it vandalised somewhat and rushes to heal the damage. Continue reading ““What a piece of work is man!”

… Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”

– Shakespeare (Macbeth)

Yes, a rather depressing quote to be using – I blame the amount of local anesthetic coursing through my veins. Visiting the dentist almost once a week for the past few weeks will do that to a girl (or a guy, I suspect). Continue reading ““To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow …”