The Saga of The Teeth....

It was a week ago today when I woke up at noon to a nurse saying loudly, "Kevin! Wake Up!" A command she repeated a lot for the next eternity while throwing in the occasional, "Kevin, Don't Close Your Eyes!"

A week later find me about the same as I have been the last few days since I got back on the antibiotic. I do think the little blue/green capsule I take four times a day is doing something besides trying to create concrete in my insides. A reaction I have never had with any antibiotic before as normally they act like depth charges to my internal piping. So far, the infection on the gum line by the right front tooth that had been swelling rapidly and was part of the reason I had teeth removed in the first place, shows no sign of inflating again. I think that is a good thing.

On the old pain scale, the pain remains about the same in the mouth. I have noticed since the surgery that my constant back and left leg pain is up several notches from what it was before on a daily basis. I have no idea if the anesthesia did something, the trauma of surgery, or some other factor is at play. If it is the new normal for me long term, this will suck greatly.

I am still having the occasional coughing fit and am clearing crap out of the lungs. I also get tired super easily right now and often start shaking after a little while when I exert myself on a couple of errands. I am hoping this shall pass and the pain levels will go back to normal body wise.

I am also clearly hoping the worst of the mouth deal is long past. If I have any hope of attending Bouchercon 2019, let alone hanging out at UTD while Scott attends class starting again in a little over two weeks, I have to get going on the healing train.