It started Sunday a week ago. For some odd reason I was not feeling well and got more or less depressed. Well skip the more or less part, I just got depressed again. I think the bad sleeping played a huge part in there. Not able any more to fight back against those feelings I just gave in.
Went to work on Monday, after yet another terrible night, but not feeling too bad. Had to do a short walk in between to get my mind into the correct mindset, but still, I was doing better the I thought.
During the day I got more and more sick to the stomach, and my jaw started to hurt a little. By the end of the day I had to leave early to by some stronger pain killers and rest a bit. But still, doing better than I thought. Since I left early I still had some work to do, so did that in the evening and made some calls to arrange my birthday party. Yet more painkillers. Not only could I feel the infection, there was a little bump growing as well. I don’t know how I managed to survive that night, but the pain became unbearable.
During the day I got more and more sick to the stomach, and my jaw started to hurt a little. By the end of the day I had to leave early to by some stronger pain killers and rest a bit. But still, doing better than I thought. Since I left early I still had some work to do, so did that in the evening and made some calls to arrange my birthday party. Yet more painkillers. Not only could I feel the infection, there was a little bump growing as well. I don’t know how I managed to survive that night, but the pain became unbearable.
Tuesday morning I called the dentist. It was the third attempt when they finally answered. I could come at 11:00 am, but just 15 minutes later I got a call and was asked to come straight away. I did not had to wait when I got in, and all he said was. “I’m not even thinking about touching that, it will burst open straight away!”. In my mind I did not care, please do as long as the pain is gone. But after an x-ray I had to go straight to the hospital. Even there I did not had to wait. They took another x-ray and the doctor checked my tooth. At that moment I had no pain at all, really adrenaline is a powerful drug. But the infection was too acute and he could not do anything about it other than some strong painkillers and antibiotics. At 11pm I was home, but cycling and his pushing in my jaw made the pain even worse. All I could do is cry from the pain and walk around the house. Bed, coach, back to bed and so on………. By the end of the day my jaw was twice the size it was before and I got really scared. So called the hospital again and I could come straight away. Cycling there was out of the question so I called my best friend who took me there. They still could not help me, and all he could do was double the amount of antibiotics.
There I was, with yet another hell night to come. All I could do was cry and keep my jaw really cold. So with an icepack and drinking ice water. The only thing that helped for the short time that was. I managed to get some sleep around 4am and woke up 10 minutes later with this weird taste in my mouth. Blood, and after inspection not only that. So I managed to get over the pain and pushed as much pus out of the wound as I could. An hour later I was relieved from the intense sharp pain.
Wednesday went a little bit better. Just tired and a bit sick I managed to sleep some during the day, and another terrible night. That sick feeling became worse in the following days, and I relalised that it might had to do with the amount of pills I took. Reading the leaflet that came with the antibiotics I was correct. The diarrhea and stomach pain was one of the reactions of the pills and since I took the double amount I really was not feeling all too well.
But the whole experience had another downside effect. I went into a depression again which became very clear to me on Friday. Then you start to wonder whether the infection is part of the depression or is it the other way around?.....
Apart from a short night, today I’m feeling bit better. I do not have to take anymore pills and friends are coming over to celebrate my birthday. I hope that will take my mind of the fact that I have to go to hospital again in Monday. That my actual birthday but I did not want to wait any longer. I’m scared as hell since I do not know what he is going to do. A friend of mine is taking me there, so if they are going to do something at least I do not have to cycle home again. If they do nothing I will by some treatments on the way home for my colleagues who had to do without me for the whole week.
But for now I have to hurry and get things sorted for my guests.





