OK, here’s a timeline so far.
January 11: Surgeon went digging around in my lower jaw to get a rock out of my head.
January 13: Woke up in major pain because I’d gotten cocky because I had not severely hurt right out of surgery, nor the day after surgery, so I thought I could go easy on the Percocet, when actually the anesthesia had not worn off all the way yet. NEVER AGAIN.
January 15: Finally was able to go Number Two-o-o after four days of nothing and a couple doses of Colace. Not being able to go Number Two-o-o is one of the side-effects of Percocet. Being in awful pain and being a huge fucking grouch are side-effects of NOT taking Percocet as directed, post-surgery. You see my dilemma here: be full of shit, or be impossible to be around. I finally resolved that little, erm, impasse. Thank you, Colace. You love me more than Percy does. Mwah.
Same day: Realized I was experiencing dry mouth and that it likely coincided with the Percocet because when I would hurt I would also drool like crazy, and after the meds kicked in, no more drooling. Looked up Perc on Google. Bingo. Not a side-effect they harp a lot about, but still a side-effect.
GEE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF MY SALIVA GLAND SURGEON WOULD HAVE WARNED ME ABOUT THIS. At least things seem to be healing well, still.
January 16: Finally achieved a pain-free wake-up after setting the alarm clock on my phone to go off every four hours overnight. Switched to half a Percocet for my daytime doses in hopes that I could still have pain control but not be so zombie-ish. So far, it’s working. Also, I pooed again. YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW THAT ABOUT ME, DIDN’T YOU.
We’ll be on half-Percs until either (1) I run out or (2) I start getting sleepy on the half-dose. There is no cross-scoring so I will just stretch out dose intervals at that point. If I still get sleepy I will just quit the Perc and put up with whatever discomfort is left over.
In the midst of all this I have had zero energy and have even–gasp!–taken naps. And eating has been catch as catch can. With that, I’ve still done fairly well but I’m not sure I’d trust a scale til I’d gone Number Two-o-o three or four days in a row. I have a feeling Colace is about to become the best buddy that Percocet has already been for most of the past week. Oh well.
So this is why nothing, and I mean NOTHING, has been going on here. I update Facebook when I feel like joking about bacon. That’s been about it.
I have also been invited to listen to a podcast by Jimmy Moore wherein he interviews one of my very favorite anti-low-carb people in the whole wide world–not invited by Jimmy, who doesn’t care who listens to his podcasts as long as they get something useful out of it, but by one of my blog readers. She’s curious to know my opinion. I am not sure I want to put myself through that much torture this soon after a stranger dug around in my lower jaw. I’m actually not sure I want to put myself through that much torture anytime, but I’ll think about it some more.
You can probably expect a weigh-in on Saturday whether I trust the scales or not. Slow blogs are boring.
