I am so happy to say that as of now, I should be back to my regular life again.
Which means, I will be blogging again!
I stayed eleven days at a hospital – and previously had a few weeks of pain where I couldn’t focus and couldn’t live normally, but now I should be back and ready to get my life back to what it was – or even better.
My energy levels are low, but have gone way up – and since I’m no longer in pain, I am finally able to see past it. I’ve never been in so much pain before, for anyone asking, gallstones leading to an infected pancreas is no joke! Honestly, it’s actually deadly for some – however, I was one of the 85% that seemingly gets through the sickness without troubles. I am so thankful for that!
Now it’s just small steps back to normal life, small steps to get my body used to not getting morphine and small steps to get my exercise levels up. Seriously.. while at the hospital, walking 200 meters was hard!
Anyone else ever felt like painkillers were making you drowsy, unable to think properly, make you forget stuff?
Actually I am not sure if it’s the painkillers or the pain itself. I’ve felt like this both in January after my first surgery and now after my second one too.
It is like the pain takes a big chunk of my brain and dedicates that part to pain. And what’s left to think and work for the rest of me is not enough to function like I usually do.
It is a very strange feeling for me. I am not feeling like myself, I keep forgetting stuff I normally wouldn’t, and I am not thinking the way I usually would. It’s just a swarm of stuff going on inside me.
On the upside, it also makes me worry less about stuff I normally would worry a lot about. I simply cant’ fit it all into my mind. That’s how it feels anyway.
Maybe I should just enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
(Got an appointment with the hospital tomorrow so hopefully they can help me get well faster)
Or dentist I should say. Refusing to give me antibiotics when my would after the surgery is clearly infected (from what I’ve told the other 3 people I’ve spoken to and what they’ve told me to look out for!).
I was told to call if certain stuff happened – and it did, so I called. And I was made to talk to a Swedish dentist that I barely understood. He did not understand how much pain I am in these days. Of course I am doing better than right after the surgery, and less swollen than it was then, but it’s much worse than it’s supposed to be, and way worse than the first time. And all the things the first dentist told me to look for has happened. Except one fact.. it hasn’t swelled up more since. But honestly, I think if I was 15 kilos lighter it would be showing – cause I can feel it in my cheek, just barely see it being much swollen.
I feel like I’m rambling and I just wanna say that he’s not understanding what I was trying to tell him, and maybe the pills are making me think and speak less clear than I want to, and maybe it’s all gonna be fine. But I’m sick and tired of hurting and I just want it to stop. Give me the medicine!!
(Gonna call again tomorrow and hopefully talk to a nice person again who will understand.)
(Dealing with anxiety and being misunderstood like this over the phone is terrible. Already dreading making the next call.)
“I’m baaack!” (which voice did you hear it in in your head?)
I’ve been taking a break from my computer since Friday (Wednesday today) due to my tooth removal surgery that same day. I’ve been in so much pain it’s not at all funny. The funny thing however is that I’ve been looking like.. well, terrible. My left cheek and part of chin swollen to double size – it sort of looked like I had a golf ball inside the left part of my mouth. Just.. worse.
As I said I’ve been in a lot of pain. I still am. But at least it’s going towards a bigger cause and there’s a meaning behind the pain. Plus.. it’s a healing pain. It’s getting better now, not worse.
The swelling has gone way down, and even though I still look far from normal it’s very nice to be closer than I was during the weekend. The pain is also going down, although only a bit and very slowly. But I’m handling it.
I have been at my parents’ place since Saturday and now just got back to my own place. I’m well enough now that I can actually walk to get groceries and eat a tiny bit of food that’s not liquid. I do admit I kinda wanted to stay with my parents and brother for a bit longer, but I have stuff here I that needs me and I did also miss my own bed a little bit.
I’m hoping for a fast recovery but this is worse than the first time – and back then I was in pain for at least two weeks. It’s not looking too good. BUT – progress is key!
I’m in so much pain today – and was last night too. I had my tooth removal surgery yesterday and even though I had it before and knew what to expect it’s worse this time. My cheek is swollen even more already and it will get worse today and tomorrow before it should finally slowly go down again.
My mum is picking me up very soon. That’s right. I, 26 years old, need my mum to pick me up and take me home to give me cuddles and look after me. I’m not ashamed. Who doesn’t want their family in times of pain?
My family is my safety net and they’re my most important support. I love them and I’m so thankful I have them, both in times of pain and over all in life.
It was hard. And very painful now that it’s done. But at least it’s done now. I wont have to repeat it and hopefully the painkillers will work their magic on me well.
It’s been 6 hours since it now and I’m only a little swollen. It will get much worse the next two days, but for now I’m just happy. It hurts, a lot. But I can deal with it so far. I’m just happy that I’m on the other side of these two stressful days and now can focus on the future and whatever I want to!
I’m nervous. There. I said it. I admitted it to myself.
I’ve gone through it before, and it is truly not a big surgery at all. They’re operating my last wisdom tooth out. In January I had my first surgery and one taken out, so I’ve been through it all before. Sadly, that is what is making me nervous.
I know how much it hurts afterwards. I know how swollen it gets and how the pain affects me.
I’m nervous about that. How it’ll work into my every day life this time. I can’t go to the gym the first few weeks after, I’m not allowed at first but the most important reason is simply that it hurts too much. It hurt every time I walked the first week, so I’ll most likely be staying home for a good amount of time, it makes me nervous that I might feel both in pain and depressed about the situation.
At least I’m prepared for it. Maybe I’ll ask people to come here, or I’ll have planned stuff that will be able to keep me entertained. I’ll work it out. Just felt the need to say it. I’m nervous.