So last time I blogged about how it’s hard to just give up on work and life and hide in your apartment when you’re ill. Turns out, it’s not that difficult, so long as you have enough food. And getting food’s not so hard if you have to go to Safeway anyways for more prescriptions, and you can nap as soon as you get home from the strenuous activity of having walked a few blocks.
Being a medical mystery is no fun, however. Where’s the fun and profit, I ask, in being a source of frustration for a dentist? If it’s not helping me get laid (and it’s not), I don’t see the point in this. Even the cat’s getting bored of all the cuddle time.
The root canal on Saturday didn’t really fix anything. Well, it did fix something, as that tooth was definitely shot to hell, but the pain started coming back on Sunday and I took a proper sick day from work today on the grounds that I couldn’t get out of bed this morning from pain and exhaustion. The dentist is confused. Or, more so than before, but especially confused as to why I’m still suffering, because I should be happy and running around the yard fetching sticks by now.
He says if today’s antibiotics don’t help, the next step is the dental pain clinic at UBC. This would mean that I’ve got some neuralgic problem, which I think says I’m screwed into having pain for no reason. Great.
This would be so much cooler if I were a hypochondriac. Or a masochist. Pity.
I’m trying not to worry about it, but it’s hard not to think about what it would mean if I had to take more time off work, or even medical leave. This is not something I’ve ever had to deal with before in my work life; in school, I might drop a course if an injury or illness was making it hard to do my course load. I can’t really do the same here, as much as I’d like to be able to tell my boss that I’m going to have to stop writing documentation until further notice. If only. That would help some of the pain, surely.
My apologies for still being a bore and not having anything fun, weird, or at least entertaining to write about. Pain really does turn one into a dull and depressing person, or more of one than usual. Speaking of which, it’s time to ingest more prescription medication.