THUMBS DOWN! That's my review of Valium.
So yesterday (Wednesday) was my dental implant surgery day. Okay guys-- totally bit the big one. The way the dentist talked about it I was thinking it was going to be a walk in the park... plus I was putting my eggs in the "Valium basket" to calm any nervousness I had about the dentist.
Here's the deal-- totally didn't work. Well, the more I think about it, I do think it's possible it took a little bit of the edge off, but NOTHING like I was expecting. I was expecting to feel awesome and relaxed and drowsy... nadda, nope. I think I get extra nervous because for whatever reason, my body "uses up" Novocaine really fast. So I am always nervous that I am going to start feeling what they are doing. Which happened yesterday. Twice. So I had to get THREE doses of Novocaine throughout the process. And by the very end, I was starting to feel them doing the last few stitches, but it wasn't too bad and I knew I was near the end.
Here's another gripe. The way it was described to me I would have a SMALL incision to help get the old root out before they did the actual implant. Yeah, well, I was thinking a millimeter or two-- one or two stitches. Yeah, no. There's THREE incisions. Two in the front of the gum, one in the back, and they are at least 1/2 inch each. That's like and inch and a half worth of incisions and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of stitches.
And the icing on the cake-- it would seem I have a bit of a stomach bug on top of all of this. I had a bit of a stomach ache yesterday, but I was just assuming I was feeling nervous. Well, as soon as I got home from the surgery, I started puking. (And that was BEFORE any pain meds or antibiotics that I am taking to prevent infection in all of this.) At first I thought it might be from the Valium, but apparently not, since it seems to be sticking with me. So I am trying to time my medication the best I can right AFTER I puke, so that I have a good 45 mins or so of not vomiting so it can have a little time to get absorbed. (And you can imagine how great this all feels on my gigantic totally sore and bloody incisions.)
I know I am totally whining. This just isn't at all what I thought it would be. Unfortunately, I am too old and too far away to have my mom come and nurse me back to health like she did when I was small. Nick is a great nurse, (very patient with all my whining and accommodating to all my needs) but he has those pesky three little children of ours to tend to.
The upshot is that I can eat as much ice cream as I want as per doctor's orders. And since I am throwing up pretty regularly I won't even see that on the scale. (I know... I am a sick individual.) And the truth is, I have switched to applesauce since I think it's easier on the old stomach.
