I got up about 6:00 am and
let the dogs out, made myself a latte and moved to the couch, hoping I could
fall asleep there. Instead, the pain returned and was more widespread than
before. My lower left jaw hurt, the back of my throat hurt and so did my chest.
I actually wondered if I was having a heart attack, but it only hurt when I
took deep breaths.
At about 8:00 am, I took a
Percocet and waited to see what would happen. The pain lessened and I made
myself some oatmeal with cranberry sauce and ate. Right now, as I type this, I’m
feeling spacey because of the Percocet, but the pain has lessened a lot.
The endodontist did say
that when he got into the tooth, there was evidence it was going bad, so he did
the root canal on the right tooth. Both he and his assistant told me there
would be some discomfort for up to a week, that I should chew on the right
side, and that Tylenol should take care of any pain I had. They also told me to
call if I experienced any problems. I’m not quite ready to call his office or
to go on line with Kaiser. If it returns in four hours or so, then I’ll call
one or the other and seek advice.
In talking to other people
who have had root canals, they were better immediately and that’s not happening
for me, at least for this morning. So, instead of getting caught up on stuff
around the house, going for a walk, doing my exercises, I am going to again retire to
the couch with the doggies and see what happens this afternoon.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if
I had something else going on as well, but aside from the pain when I breathe,
there aren’t any other symptoms of anything like strep throat. And, isn’t it
amazing how I turned 75, was horribly ill from my Shingles shot that day and
have now spent an equal amount of days being 75 and feeling great and being 75
and not great at all?
This really has to stop. I’m
trying very hard to stay positive and not become depressed, but today, this
morning, I feel like Sisyphus trying to push that boulder back up the mountain.