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| Thursday, December 13, 2007 |
| The Loss of Wisdom |
I had my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday. All four, despite only one being problematic - I figured that I I was going to have to do, I only wanted to do it once. Just now I ate two M&M's. I do not think I will eat any more for a while yet, because (a) it hurts, and (b) I can't taste them anyway.
It actually hasn't been too bad, really. The anaesthetic knocked me about a bit more than anaesthetic usually does, and I felt dizzy and unstable all Tuesday evening and a good part of Wednesday as well. The left side is pretty much pain-free, to the extent that when I woke up from surgery I thought they had perhaps forgotten to remove those ones. The right side is where the problem tooth was, and the hole left by the lower-right impacted wisdom tooth is causing me the most trouble. They seem to have stopped oozing blood, though.
The most bother, now, stems from the fact that I seem to have lost sensation in my tongue. Down the left side I have normal sensation, but down the right side - extending slightly past the midline of the tongue, more so at the back than the tip - I can't feel pain, temperature, or taste, just pressure. I still have motor control, though. So I guess that's something. Sensation in my right-lower lip is a little dulled as well. On the plus side, it doesn't really matter to me whether my coffee's hot or cold - so drinking cold coffee because I'm not meant to have hot drinks doesn't bother me. I do get the strange effect of feeling that everything I put in my mouth is unevenly flavoured - taking a mouthful of saltwater to rinse my mouth out with gives me the impression that the salt hasn't dissolved, and tastes really strong on the left side but completely bland on the right side. I can't really identify how strong things taste, either, so I suspect that the cordial I had this morning was probably somewhat stronger than I'd usually mix it - I couldn't taste it, so I kept adding more.
The hard rubbish collection came around today, so we have finally disposed of the pile of decomposing cardboard boxes that were cluttering up the back verandah. Mr Ata gave up the alpha server that had been saved from disposal at his workplace a year ago (he was careful to clean the hard drives, though) for the purpose of home systems recovery practice. The assortment of bits of wood and ratty planks that have been hiding around the yard were gathered up and left on the street as well, along with a Very Large Box full of general rubbish which we had feared the hard rubbish collectors may not take away (we have, on occasion, received nasty notes from the hard rubbish people when we leave out things that are not on their list of Things We Dispose Of. While general rubbish wasn't on the list of Things We Don't Dispose Of, we had feared that it might be in the small print somewhere that we hadn't seen). There will be no more hard rubbish collections in our area between now and when we leave (they come around every month or so in our council area, provided you have called the council & booked in to the collection day), so the more we can get rid of now, the better - there's no charge for hard rubbish pickup, but we do have to pay if we want to take it to the dump.
One more garage sale next weekend, and anything left after that is being donated to the Salvation Army. I am surprised by what has sold and what has not - pretty much all the tools went in the first sale-day, along with an assortment of Household Stuff, but things like a nearly-complete crockery set and some very smart serving-bowls have generated no interest. Oh well. The more we get rid of, the better. |
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