Wizzum Teeth Part II

So! I have dry socket. From what people have told me about the awfulness of dry socket, I honestly thought it was going to be like this:

Instead, dry socket is obnoxious pain that never goes away unless I take 10,000,000,000 pain killers or shoot myself in the head, whichever relieves faster. So I went back to the oral surgeon to complain and he said, "Well, first we'll irrigate that little hole of yours, and then put in some medication."

Irrigate? Wait, what?

But instead he just squirted some weird blue stuff into the hole, made me spit it out into a cup ("Hey, there's the popcorn I had last Thursday!"), squirted it in again, and made me spit it out again.

Then he put in this weird green mucus substance into my mouth:

Actual size-ratio

That stuff tasted nasty, and made everything else taste gross too. But it's gotten rid of the pain pretty well so far, and I now only take painkillers when I'm shrieking in total agony.

Oh! I also potentially have lockjaw, a.k.a trismus. It's impossible to open my mouth more than 1.5 fingers for me. This hasn't stopped me from talking, much to my father's dismay, but it makes eating a little difficult.

I had a dream the other night that my jaw was unhinged and I had to fix it by finding the little doohickey it hinged on. I'm very proud that I didn't panic one bit.

Anyway, I hope I will finally recover from this. I'm just glad I no longer look like some swollen she-beast.