So, I just wanted to update you all (as in the bots and bored humans who click here) on how I am doing.
Once upon a time I loved spring. I enjoyed the yoyo weather. I mean, it's part of what makes life exciting,right ? Not anymore. Just when my mouth is used to the lovely warm air, we get a blast of what seems to be arctic air (to me at least). My mouth scrunches up, people tell me I look angry, and I visualize hurting the irritating people around me in some creative ways.
I'm not happy that the pain causes me to become a grade A grouch. I try not to complain, really I do. It's almost been a year since I was diagnosed with Reversible Pulpitist and I'm still waiting on the reversible bit. One of my brothers gets an attitude whenever I'm in pain. He's all "Are you still going thru that?" Grouchy Me: "Yes, I am. Would like to make my freaking pain go away? Can you do that? 'Cause I can't".
My Dad says "Get the tooth pulled". Because a canine isn't that important. The standard procedure for RP is Tylenol which doesn't work at all for me. Plus, I really, really hate pills.
The end results is that I've been taking it one day at a time. I wrap a scarf around my face while shopping in Walmart because it's always frigid in there. That led to an awkward moment when some man thought I was Muslim. Yeeaaah, I'm not.
So, this has been me lately. Will let you know how summer goes.
Once upon a time I loved spring. I enjoyed the yoyo weather. I mean, it's part of what makes life exciting,right ? Not anymore. Just when my mouth is used to the lovely warm air, we get a blast of what seems to be arctic air (to me at least). My mouth scrunches up, people tell me I look angry, and I visualize hurting the irritating people around me in some creative ways.
I'm not happy that the pain causes me to become a grade A grouch. I try not to complain, really I do. It's almost been a year since I was diagnosed with Reversible Pulpitist and I'm still waiting on the reversible bit. One of my brothers gets an attitude whenever I'm in pain. He's all "Are you still going thru that?" Grouchy Me: "Yes, I am. Would like to make my freaking pain go away? Can you do that? 'Cause I can't".
My Dad says "Get the tooth pulled". Because a canine isn't that important. The standard procedure for RP is Tylenol which doesn't work at all for me. Plus, I really, really hate pills.
The end results is that I've been taking it one day at a time. I wrap a scarf around my face while shopping in Walmart because it's always frigid in there. That led to an awkward moment when some man thought I was Muslim. Yeeaaah, I'm not.
So, this has been me lately. Will let you know how summer goes.
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