Well that was a week!
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highlyeccentricI'm feeling better in mood, although not tip-top in body and barely scrambling to keep up with... everything. Got next to nothing done last week, have had to pull out of one conference. May or may not do same with the other, depending on what I can do tomorrow. Will not be finishing the dirty mind essay for the Guernica call, but I will look for somewhere else to send it.
Things what happened:
- the ADHD meds round 6 problems I noted in last entry continued: I'd go from not hungry to, in the crash, feeling woozy and ill.
- Somewhere on... Monday, I think, I ate a corn chip and dissolved into hysterical, excruciating pain-crying. Just. Unbelievably bad. And I was fairly sure I could taste infection, but the dentist had LOOKED at my gums, and argh.
- On Tuesday I found I couldn't get into my GP before the following Monday. I researched the city urgent care, with a plan to go there the next time I was in visible hysterical pain - feeling like neither the doctor nor dentist really take me seriously when I say how much it hurts because I'm pretty stoic right up until the hysterical crying phase, even if it is interfering with my daily life.
- Reported to the dentist, booked for a fitting for a night splint. However, I begged her to check again for an infection, and mentioned my brother had had misdiagnosed TMJ pain that was actually a problem with the root of his tooth (I'm sure this isn't genetic, but we don't tell the dentist that). She poked my face, noted my swollen glands, decided I might have MUMPS (mumps!), and then peered some more at the x-rays from December. Took two right-side x-rays (to get the deep gums), and GUESS WHO HAS WISDOM TOOTH FUCKERY AGAIN? She asked me if I still had upper ones and I said every dentist I'd seen said I either didn't have them at all, or they were rootless and wouldn't grow. (Shoulda known better: that's what they said about the lower ones, until the fuckers snuck up on me).
- Turns out upper right bastard had just slightly broken the gum, enough to get infected. Thus the excruciating pain. Ergo, I was given antibiotics and prescription NSAIDs and will have to have the sodding thing out. Since then the pain level has come down a lot, although the radius is still wide: my sinuses hurt, my eardrums hurt, and the roof of my mouth is swollen. I suspect, when I report back this Tuesday, that I will still need further antibiotics.
- I ended up having to give myself a break from ADHD meds round 6, I couldn't tell if the reason I felt terrible in the drop was side effects, or that stimulants were disguising my feeling terrible status. I slept a LOT for the second half of the week.
- Mercury continued to regard my sleeping, being in pain, and crying a lot as a personal insult. I for my part kept breaking and snarling at him because he *touched me* when I HURT, etc. His little life has been so stressful lately I haven't been able to sneak up on him and clip his claws, so that's been an additional problem.
- I emailed my Australian dentist to get them to email my records to my Swiss dentist. Her 360 x-ray machine is broken, so having the 2019 scan will help her decide if she can do the extraction or not. Then I get the fun of figuring out what, exactly, my insurer covers (the law seems to suggest wisdom teeth are NOT covered, but my insurer's app suggests they are; what happens if I need surgery under general, though, given I have neither dental insurance nor supplementary private hospital cover, I do not know).
I was pretty peeved to find that I'd been 'oh dear your ladybrain / existing Madness''d over WISDOM TEETH, ffs. I mean, yes, I clench my jaw. Especially when I'm in pain from, as it turns out, wisdom teeth.
By today I feel... a lot better. I've settled on titrating the ADHD meds up in *one* dose per day only (supplementary doses seemed to increase the chances of weird side effects, rather than smooth them out). They've been fine since Friday, so I think the stimulants were in fact covering up 'being in pain and feeling wretched'. The thing on Wednesday where I took three small doses at 4 hour intervals and ended up feeling like my skin was buzzing has not transpired to mean that I freak the fuck out at what seems to be the 'standard' adult dose once per day for this drug. Unclear if said standard dose is *effective*, because I spent most of this afternoon cuddling the cat. I do, at least, feel a lot more normal in mood than i did.
Speaking of cats: Himself has had the dark night of his furry little soul. He was locked out of the bedroom last night. I heard him do a little Screm around dawn, but he gave up unusually quickly. I went back to sleep. He did not come and scream at my door when the alarm went off. I went back to sleep.
I got up at about 8.30 and he was... nowhere. I called him. He did not come. I opened the kitchen door (his favourite nose), no luck. I looked in all his hideyholes: no cat. I checked, and all the windows were shut. There was some evidence he'd been in the bathroom over night, but no sign of him in the living room. I sat on the couch and puzzled. I started to freak out. I sat on the step and tried calling Shiny for a sanity check: how had my cat disappeared??
I heard some scrabbling of claws on lino. Peeked into the living room and he was wriggling out from under the couch, looking absolutely wrecked.
Here he is wobbling into the bedroom, all fuzzed up, checking for spooks under the bed:
I have NO IDEA what spooked him, but while he accepted breakfast, he didn't try to steal mine. It took hours before he forgave me for not protecting him, and then he became incredibly clingy, wouldn't leave my side until... maybe an hour ago.
My operating theory is that either:
- something spooked him around dawn and he fled under the couch, yelping, and didn't come out
- something spooked him and he ran under the couch, and got STUCK, and that was the yelping
- the Screm was his dawn screm as normal, but then he ran under the couch for fun / to chase the empty treat box that he'd pushed under there, and got stuck, and I didn't hear him struggling, and he gave himself up for dead.
Either way, the poor little lad has been through an Experience. I expect much screaming if I shut him out this evening.
Things what happened:
- the ADHD meds round 6 problems I noted in last entry continued: I'd go from not hungry to, in the crash, feeling woozy and ill.
- Somewhere on... Monday, I think, I ate a corn chip and dissolved into hysterical, excruciating pain-crying. Just. Unbelievably bad. And I was fairly sure I could taste infection, but the dentist had LOOKED at my gums, and argh.
- On Tuesday I found I couldn't get into my GP before the following Monday. I researched the city urgent care, with a plan to go there the next time I was in visible hysterical pain - feeling like neither the doctor nor dentist really take me seriously when I say how much it hurts because I'm pretty stoic right up until the hysterical crying phase, even if it is interfering with my daily life.
- Reported to the dentist, booked for a fitting for a night splint. However, I begged her to check again for an infection, and mentioned my brother had had misdiagnosed TMJ pain that was actually a problem with the root of his tooth (I'm sure this isn't genetic, but we don't tell the dentist that). She poked my face, noted my swollen glands, decided I might have MUMPS (mumps!), and then peered some more at the x-rays from December. Took two right-side x-rays (to get the deep gums), and GUESS WHO HAS WISDOM TOOTH FUCKERY AGAIN? She asked me if I still had upper ones and I said every dentist I'd seen said I either didn't have them at all, or they were rootless and wouldn't grow. (Shoulda known better: that's what they said about the lower ones, until the fuckers snuck up on me).
- Turns out upper right bastard had just slightly broken the gum, enough to get infected. Thus the excruciating pain. Ergo, I was given antibiotics and prescription NSAIDs and will have to have the sodding thing out. Since then the pain level has come down a lot, although the radius is still wide: my sinuses hurt, my eardrums hurt, and the roof of my mouth is swollen. I suspect, when I report back this Tuesday, that I will still need further antibiotics.
- I ended up having to give myself a break from ADHD meds round 6, I couldn't tell if the reason I felt terrible in the drop was side effects, or that stimulants were disguising my feeling terrible status. I slept a LOT for the second half of the week.
- Mercury continued to regard my sleeping, being in pain, and crying a lot as a personal insult. I for my part kept breaking and snarling at him because he *touched me* when I HURT, etc. His little life has been so stressful lately I haven't been able to sneak up on him and clip his claws, so that's been an additional problem.
- I emailed my Australian dentist to get them to email my records to my Swiss dentist. Her 360 x-ray machine is broken, so having the 2019 scan will help her decide if she can do the extraction or not. Then I get the fun of figuring out what, exactly, my insurer covers (the law seems to suggest wisdom teeth are NOT covered, but my insurer's app suggests they are; what happens if I need surgery under general, though, given I have neither dental insurance nor supplementary private hospital cover, I do not know).
I was pretty peeved to find that I'd been 'oh dear your ladybrain / existing Madness''d over WISDOM TEETH, ffs. I mean, yes, I clench my jaw. Especially when I'm in pain from, as it turns out, wisdom teeth.
By today I feel... a lot better. I've settled on titrating the ADHD meds up in *one* dose per day only (supplementary doses seemed to increase the chances of weird side effects, rather than smooth them out). They've been fine since Friday, so I think the stimulants were in fact covering up 'being in pain and feeling wretched'. The thing on Wednesday where I took three small doses at 4 hour intervals and ended up feeling like my skin was buzzing has not transpired to mean that I freak the fuck out at what seems to be the 'standard' adult dose once per day for this drug. Unclear if said standard dose is *effective*, because I spent most of this afternoon cuddling the cat. I do, at least, feel a lot more normal in mood than i did.
Speaking of cats: Himself has had the dark night of his furry little soul. He was locked out of the bedroom last night. I heard him do a little Screm around dawn, but he gave up unusually quickly. I went back to sleep. He did not come and scream at my door when the alarm went off. I went back to sleep.
I got up at about 8.30 and he was... nowhere. I called him. He did not come. I opened the kitchen door (his favourite nose), no luck. I looked in all his hideyholes: no cat. I checked, and all the windows were shut. There was some evidence he'd been in the bathroom over night, but no sign of him in the living room. I sat on the couch and puzzled. I started to freak out. I sat on the step and tried calling Shiny for a sanity check: how had my cat disappeared??
I heard some scrabbling of claws on lino. Peeked into the living room and he was wriggling out from under the couch, looking absolutely wrecked.
Here he is wobbling into the bedroom, all fuzzed up, checking for spooks under the bed:
Ich habe schreckliche Dinge gesehen und die Erfahrung überlebt. pic.twitter.com/5Lp3NsZazw
— mightbe_mercury (@mightbe_mercury) August 29, 2021
I have NO IDEA what spooked him, but while he accepted breakfast, he didn't try to steal mine. It took hours before he forgave me for not protecting him, and then he became incredibly clingy, wouldn't leave my side until... maybe an hour ago.
My operating theory is that either:
- something spooked him around dawn and he fled under the couch, yelping, and didn't come out
- something spooked him and he ran under the couch, and got STUCK, and that was the yelping
- the Screm was his dawn screm as normal, but then he ran under the couch for fun / to chase the empty treat box that he'd pushed under there, and got stuck, and I didn't hear him struggling, and he gave himself up for dead.
Either way, the poor little lad has been through an Experience. I expect much screaming if I shut him out this evening.
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