Of gelfoam, german measles, and grumpy receptionists. And glory.
Wednesday, July 28th, 2010This might be the last time I bore you with horror stories about my teeth….then again, it might not be.
So I think the gelfoam cloves thingy came out today when I was religiously doing my salt water rinsing. It had to have, because about an hour later I was getting more than uncomfortable. Then an hour after that I was seriously in pain again. So after taking the kids to the doctor (which is a whole other fiasco, and long story short – they have parvovirus, NOT three day measles/german measles/rubella like the doc diagnosed them yesterday), I called the dental office again. By now I know the drill:
“Hi, this is Kim Bitner calling. I was in on Friday to have my wisdom teeth removed, and was back in yesterday because of a dry socket. He put some gelfoam in but it came out, and I’m not sure if I should come in again or not…”
And she says something like, “Well what did you hope was going to happen by calling?”
Uhhhhh…..I hoped I could come get another one put in, that’s what.
She proceeds to tell me that basically I’ll have to just suffer through it, it should run its course in 7-10 days, that the gelfoam doesn’t help with the healing so there’s no point in me coming back in. No point? I wanted to scream. The point would be to relieve some of the pain! I know you can’t believe everything you read online, but everything I’ve read online about dry socket says dentists will usually get you back in every 1 or 2 days to redo it until it’s healed. So what I said a few posts back about the nicest staff in my dentist’s office? I partially take it back. They’re all nice, except for this lady. (Lord, please give me grace to love my enemies.)
So I had a meltdown on the phone with Clay, and by the time he got home from work it was starting to feel a little better. He thought maybe we should call Dr. N directly since he gave us his number, but I didn’t want to be a pain…so I figured if it doesn’t get better by tomorrow, I’d call the office again. Clay said he’d been praying for me since we talked on the phone, and had asked our pastor to pray for me as well.
You know….I’m really not one to jump around and yell, “I’ve been healed!” when I start to show improvement. I’ve seen too many not believable ‘healings’ to jump to quick conclusions. But…I’m starting to think I’ve been healed. Whether it is temporary or permanent, thank you Jesus for the past few hours I’ve had without pain.