at 9 tomorrow morning, i'll be at the oral surgeon's having my wisdom teeth removed. this is what he claimed to be the first step in adjusting-my-bite, which is the first step in fixing-my-tmj. it may help; it may not; but my dentist had already told me i needed to have them removed sometime soon. so three of them have come in, although the roots of one are growing around my jaw bone, and one will need to be cut out.
i get to be put completely under, which is a plus: no pain during the surgery. but i've heard so many horror stories about the days following teeth removal that i'm nervous as hell. i remember bobo ranting about the pain, the pain, the pain. i hate pain.
one good thing is that, since i've been in so much pain with my dislocated jaw and pinched nerves in the surrounding area, i'm more used to being in pain. on the downside, i've been taking lots of prescription pain killers lately: lortab, ultram, codeine. i'm afraid i've built up a tolerance and whatever the doctor gives me for the pain won't help as much as it would've.
also, my mom is taking me since i have to have someone there to drive me home after the surgery. she told me she'd stay with me tomorrow in case i needed anything. (i sent my bowls and bong and weed, etc., home with my friend tonight, so she wouldn't accidentally stumble upon anything she ought not.
) but i'm thinking i may just tell her to take me to her house. then, i won't even be tempted to smoke a cig or anything, which i know will be off-limits for me.
my son's with his dad this week, so i don't have to worry about not being conscious enough to take care of him. so that's good. but i've gotta get him up early in the morning to do his homework since he lost his privileges tonight 'cause his teacher called me this afternoon about his uncontrollable behavior in school today, which ended up leading us to a round of power struggles resulting in his going to bed without dinner after he x'd across his math homework and threw his pencil across the room.
i can't eat or drink anything after midnight, and that includes taking my meds, which scares me 'cause sometimes i wake up in pain with my jaw in the middle of the night.
especially when i'm stressing out. and i am indeed stressing out. the surgery. the parenting. the pain.
i need to dive down through the tornado-like swirl and find my peace. deep breath. deep breath. i know it'll all be okay eventually. yah.