addicted-ectomy

Well, well, well, looks like Ms. Hospital Pants just can't get enough of having things removed. Like a junky on a binge, I'm going in for more. Yesterday I had an appointment with an oral surgeon for this wee little tooth ache that I've had for the past, say, 6 months. Same tooth that had roots canalled last year. Turns out that there's some yummy infection in the bottom (or top, depending on how you look at it) of the root area. Now I have to have some sort of -ectomy to have that part removed.

Joy. Bliss. This time I tried to go for local anesthetic, but no dice. The good doc prefers less screaming or something so I have to go under. I get very nervous when this happens. I don't like the way it fucks with my brain. After the appendectomy, I had/have fuzzy brain. I can't remember things. Can't keep on task. My usually overly motivated OCD self is on hiatus. My desire for constant cleaning, gone. Need for organization, gone. Somedays I'm in my pjs until 10 am. On a weekday.

What I've done to combat the Rusty Brain Syndrome is create a list. A Big List of Shit To Do, if you will. I'd post it but it's mostly mundane things like #25, call Sal's Army to pick up all the crap in my house as a donation, or #107, take empty toner boxes to UPS store, or #2 call feng shui person to shui my house/life/office/car/etc. See, my life is full of thrills and excitement. I know you're jealous. Someday they'll make a reality show about my life. But I won't watch it because I don't watch reality shows. Except for season 2 of America's Next Top Model, which got it all out of my system. From time to time I enjoy the commercials for America's Biggest Loser, but I've only seen the last 10 minutes of the last episode a few seasons ago. How's that for juxtaposition? Top Model and Biggest Loser?

OMG. Look, I can't even keep a post from going off track!

The instructions for the -ectomy involve no food or drink by mouth for 6 hours prior. Gee, where did I hear that before? Oh, yes, in the ER, before they hooked me up to an IV and gave me 300000 ccs of saline or some other liquid that made me pee for 17 hours straight the next day. This time I don't even get the luxury of an IV, I have to go through the night without water. Who can do this? I live 20 feet from the sun, we get parched up here. All the time. Water is a constant companion, even by my bedside, when I get cottonmouth in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure this no water by mouth thing is just to numb you to the actual pain that follows surgery. You think, I'm dying of thirst, hmm, general anesthetic and stitches can't be so bad.

What I am looking forward to is the Oxygen. That's right. It was the sweetest, cleanest, most peaceful thing. Now I get some more! Rock. I sort of envy those people who are prescribed Oxygen, not why they are prescribed it, just that they get to breath that beautiful clean air all the time. Have you ever had pure Oxygen? Damn. It's good stuff. There used to be some Oxygen bars in downtown Denver a few years back, I never went. I don't go downtown unless it's for meetings. I'm regretting that I never fully took advantage of the trendy, bizarre Oxygen bars Denver had to offer. I think they're all gone now. Sad times.