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Jul. 24th, 2002 02:21 pmIn the ongoing update of PeterMarcus' jaw...
Swelling has gone down a bit, but my sinuses are killing me. The surgeon warned me that my top teeth were close to them and I could expect some swelling. Yesterday was painful -- I did a half-day of work then came home and buried myself in a dark room. Today, I'm feeling better, but I'm still sick of this and ready to be healed, dammit.
Had chicken tamales for lunch today, my first attempt at almost-solid food. I drowned them in chile sauce to help the sinus problem. A much tastier treatment than sudafed :) Though I'm taking sudafed anyway. I'm getting tired of being a human pharmacy. I almost never take medicine anyway (unless I'm really sick) as side effects tend to be amplified in my metabolism for some reason. I feel like my grandmother -- I have had a variety of pills to take, some at 4 hours, some at 6 hours, some at 8 hours, and I've had this ongoing fuzzy-brained calculation of what dose I have to take when. Thankfully, they're almost all gone. No more steroids left, I haven't been using the narcotics, my antibiotics are almost done, which leaves me with Tylenol or Ibu plus the sudafed.
I'm kinda chuckling to myself, too, cuz I know I'm not the first to go through all of this by any means, and a lot of people who go through this are almost half my age. Perhaps that's part of it -- I'm not 18 any more and my body knows it, and I can't really afford to take a week or two out of my life either like I could in HS or college. Oh well, today is the first day I can really feel myself getting better, and it's about time...*sigh*.
I'm also still kind of blown away by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dawnmarie. It helps to read others' journals, especially those who were a lot closer to her than I was. But the injustice of it all.... I hope, really hope within my soul, that there are reasons for such things in this world. I hope that "this world" implies that there are others. My own internal debate between my agnosticism and my faith has been sharpened, but I still have no surrender on either side. I just have an increased desire to cherish those who are in my life, virtual or real.
Swelling has gone down a bit, but my sinuses are killing me. The surgeon warned me that my top teeth were close to them and I could expect some swelling. Yesterday was painful -- I did a half-day of work then came home and buried myself in a dark room. Today, I'm feeling better, but I'm still sick of this and ready to be healed, dammit.
Had chicken tamales for lunch today, my first attempt at almost-solid food. I drowned them in chile sauce to help the sinus problem. A much tastier treatment than sudafed :) Though I'm taking sudafed anyway. I'm getting tired of being a human pharmacy. I almost never take medicine anyway (unless I'm really sick) as side effects tend to be amplified in my metabolism for some reason. I feel like my grandmother -- I have had a variety of pills to take, some at 4 hours, some at 6 hours, some at 8 hours, and I've had this ongoing fuzzy-brained calculation of what dose I have to take when. Thankfully, they're almost all gone. No more steroids left, I haven't been using the narcotics, my antibiotics are almost done, which leaves me with Tylenol or Ibu plus the sudafed.
I'm kinda chuckling to myself, too, cuz I know I'm not the first to go through all of this by any means, and a lot of people who go through this are almost half my age. Perhaps that's part of it -- I'm not 18 any more and my body knows it, and I can't really afford to take a week or two out of my life either like I could in HS or college. Oh well, today is the first day I can really feel myself getting better, and it's about time...*sigh*.
I'm also still kind of blown away by
dawnmarie. It helps to read others' journals, especially those who were a lot closer to her than I was. But the injustice of it all.... I hope, really hope within my soul, that there are reasons for such things in this world. I hope that "this world" implies that there are others. My own internal debate between my agnosticism and my faith has been sharpened, but I still have no surrender on either side. I just have an increased desire to cherish those who are in my life, virtual or real.
