Liezl Update / A Visit to the Dentist
a long, wordy, photoless post ahead… because people have been asking how I’m doing.
So for those who follow my random life updates between the comedy photos. I am still mysteriously sick. Lupus? Rheumatoid arthritis? Either way, it’s a plague that makes basic functions. I’ve cut down on going out and photographing as a result. My new normal chronically fatigue and feeling sore every moment of the day, topped with an inability to sleep.
Despite my doctor’s wishes, I’ll be seeing several specialists next month, specifically a rheumatologist… because I refuse to accept that I’m just supposed to deal with feeling awful all the time and accept that my body is basically killing itself.
While symptoms come and go, my new nagging symptom is dry eyes/mouth. Makes wearing contacts painful. I also have perpetual cotton mouth. Great for keeping my bedding drool free, not so great for keeping my teeth cavity free. After a routine cleaning, I am told I have 6 CAVITIES. Regardless of how many times I brush/floss/mouthwash, turns out saliva is necessary for cavity protection. And despite what you think, while I like sweets, I don’t eat as many as I convey on the internet. SPOILER ALERT, I’VE MANIPULATED YOU WITH PHOTOS. I’M LIKE A MODERN DAY ROBERT FENTON.
Anyway, due to the time consuming process, my dentist can only treat 4 of them on my visit. I’ve always been resistant to novocaine so even after the two shots, I wince in pain as the drill hits a nerve. The dentist gets increasingly irritated with me, insisting I not move and instead raise my left hand if I feel pain.
Because that’s a normal reaction to pain. Calmly raising a hand.
When she gets to the bottom tooth, she injects me with the two shots of novocain, lets me marinate for a while, and comes back to start the drilling. Again, I jerk from the pain… and she irritatedly whips off her rubber gloves, slaps them down on the table and walks away, like I’m the asshole.
Oh, and while this is all happening, there’s tears streaming down my face from behind the blu-blocker goggles I’m made to wear.
If I didnt have 2 more cavities to be treated next Saturday, I’d never come back. I’ve never met a medical professional with zero bedside manner.
Previous to all that, I woke up from an awful nights sleep on my parents couch, to find this note from my parents. Mind you, this is the SECOND time this has happened. Despite my cracked bumper, I’m actually more worried that my parents are out there on the road, carelessly playing bumper cars with people who arent so forgiving.
Anyway, guys, I’m just tired and cranky. I need a real vacation so desperately, I find myself cursing at both people and inanimate objects. Thank goodness for people like Valorie and Missy to keep my neurotic brain from throwing in the towel.
Happy Holidays everyone, and here’s to hoping next year sorts itself out with better news. Oh, and if you know and see my parents on the road in a Silver Accord, steer clear of them.