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Last night, I was sitting at my computer feeling very tired (from the Tylenol 3) and sore (from having a bone pulled out of my face) when things started to shut down. And by things, I don't mean anything computer-related. My vision started to grey. My hearing collapsed down to a pin-prick. "Dave!" I yelled. "I'm blacking out!"

And then I don't remember anything until I heard

f00dave saying, "Wake up. Wake up. You're scaring me!"

I felt like I was in the middle of a fathoms-deep sleep, and f00's voice was miles above me. Apparently, he was lightly slapping my face, but I have no recollection of that. When my eyes finally opened, he said, "Let's get you to bed."

"But I am in bed," I said.

f00's eyes were huge and round as he stared at me.

He tried to carry me to bed, but I couldn't lift my arm, so he helped me stumble to the room.

As I laid in bed, tinnitus began playing a symphony. A loud, high-pitched whistle filled my hearing. And as the whistle died down, I heard a loud, whispy computer fan. "What's that noise?" I asked.

"What noise?" said big-eyed f00.

"That computer fan noise."

And then I realized that this was just another flavour of the tinnitus, and it too began to fade.

f00 wanted to call 911, but I thought that was an over-reaction, so he called Telecare instead. After asking me a bunch of questions, I was told to get myself to emergency.

And so I took the elevator downstairs (leaving me feeling gross from the movement), and into a waiting taxi. Halfway to the hospital (which is really quite close), a tsunami of nausea rushed over my body. "I'm going to be sick," I announced. Suitably horrified, the cab driver rolled the windows down, and I was able to keep the burgeoning tides of butternut squash soup within.

But once the cab stopped, I jumped out and barfed through mouth and nose into a nearby garbage receptacle.

Inside the hospital, I went to triage, and after a short wait, was taken to a bed. By this point, I was very dizzy and seriously contemplating the nurse's offer of a wheelchair. But I managed to walk to the bed, get into my johnny shirt, and lay down.

A nurse came in to check my pulse, blood pressure, ears, eyes, and all that other fun stuff. I sat up in bed with my johnny shirt pulled down to my waist, top half nekkid except for a bunch of sticky tapes attached to a heart-rate monitor. With my somewhat greenish pallor, puke-flecked glasses, and tape-spackled tits hanging out, I was dead sexy.

I guess all my vitals seemed in order, so I removed the tapes (missing a few which I only just found a couple of minutes ago), and dozed off.

About an hour later, I felt another wave of nausea crashing over me. With stentorian tones, I cried, "Bucket! Bucket!" f00 fetched me a puny kidney-shaped pan, and more soup poured out of me.

"Bigger bucket!"

And he fetched a larger bucket just in time for me to fill it with more soup than I'm sure I ate. And half-melted cheese. Eugh.

I felt sorry for the woman in the bed next to mine. She had suffered a head injury and was feeling nauseated. I'm sure my bucket-filling endeavours were not appreciated by her.

But once I got the soup and the cheese and the Tylenol 3s and all the leaking tooth hole blood out of me, I felt much better. The doctor gave me a shot of an anti-nauseant/analgesic, and a half-hour later, I was good to go. The diagnosis? A reaction to the pain of the tooth extraction coupled with too much swallowed blood. The codeine apparently did me in, too, although I've had it before with no ill effects. And in retrospect, I think all of this was exacerbated by my having eaten very, very little yesterday (soup, cheese, a handful of nuts, a cookie, and a square are not enough to keep me going for a whole day).

This morning, I feel pretty good, aside from a sore (but not agonizingly-so) mouth and a FOUL taste in my mouth.

The worst part is the dentist told me I'm not allowed to brush my teeth or use mouthwash for a few days. Blargh!

And how did you spend last night?

Current Mood: sore

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I *hate* vomiting with holes in my gums. I get all
paranoid that I've got food bits in the holes, and
in fact that has happened. I hope the doc gave you
a syringe to keep the holes irrigated.

I've had a lot of teeth extracted. In fact, all but
three of my baby teeth had to be pulled (and two of
those three were lost in a schoolyard tussle).

I also puked a torrent of blood after having my ton-
sils burned away.

I guess I'm lucky that everything I barfed up was pretty homogenized. Creamed soup doesn't have much particulate. And if I have to rate pukes, it was the best barf I've ever had. It was just as smooth coming up as it was down, which is what you want when you get twin geysers from your nose.

I didn't get a syringe. I didn't get one for the other tooth, either, and it healed ok. I hope this one does, too!

I'm a big fan of homogenised vomit. It doesn't look as
good on camera, but it goes through the straw better.

I am just making stuff up now.

I have rarely had it go through my nose, ever since that
night when I was a kid and over-indulged on crêpes at a
disreputable establishment.

The thing is, my superpower is regurgitation, so I've
got that shit down to a SCIENCE!

Oh, and as for the syringe, I got a beanskin stuck in
one of my holes, and spent days picking at it with tooth-
picks, when all it took was a little irrigation.

*hugs* That sounds awful, hon. I'm glad to hear your okay.

Thanks!

What a scary night! I'm glad you're feeling better. Makes my night of bean tacos and watching "Junebug" sound fantastic by comparison.

Oddly enough, I wasn't the slightest bit scared. I think I was too tired to feel frightened.

Aw man, and you can't brush your teeth? Why not? You'd think it would be beneficial to keep the dirtiest part of your body clean after making a wound in it...hmm... But yes, make sure you fill up on food before taking pills (lesson learned the hard way)

I don't know why not. I may actually brush the unpulled side of my mouth, at the very least. I hate this taste. Gah!

And I'd had the soup before taking the pills. I guess it wasn't enough.

Eeeeiw! No more Linda Blair impersonations!! Feel better and rinse out soon!

Will do!

I know how miserable that one is, I also learned the hard way that I can't handle the codeine. Vomiting plus wierd interactions with migraine stuff just isn't my idea of pain relief.

I used to take codeine a few years back for my migraines and chronic knee pain. It never bothered me. But I haven't taken codeine in almost a decade.

My migraine came to visit me during the whole debacle last night, too. I had blind spots, but they seem to have left.

Man, that sounds like teh suck. When I had my wisdom teeth removed, I did a lot of blood-pukage, which was not fun. I empathize.

I wonder why the other wisdom tooth I had removed didn't make me puke? Hmm....

Yow. That sounds like a blood sugar crash to me -- the feeling like you need to hurl up your toes and drop dead. Do watch your eating, Ms. Monster. The world is better for you being in it.

You're likely right! I haven't been able to eat much today, but ended up having a nap all afternoon. I'm going to have to find something soft and tasty to eat. Mmm.

f00dave made me some Jello. Gotta find that....

That's what happened to me when I got my wisdom teeth pulled. I was alone in my apt. afterwards and I woke up and druggedly said to myself what't all this crap in my mouth? (it was the packing) and pulled it out of my mouth letting the blood drain into my stomach. Commense puking for 3 days IN my bed WITH a bucket alone all alone. It was horrid - I feel for you :(

Oh no! That's gotta suck.

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I do recommend the hospital I went to. It's soooo much better than the DECH in Fredericton. Don't fool yourself into thinking all Canadian hospitals have quick turnover time, because they certainly don't.

How did I spend my last night?

Had a much better time than you, at least:

In spite of fighting a nasty cold, I went to the Orange County Pagan Meetup, where I had a decent dinner and pleasant conviviality. Then back home with the wife, where we watched South Park, Sex in the City, and Jay Leno, before going to bed.

I'm sorry to hear that you went through all that. Quite alarming.

Still, no permanent damage.

I hope you recover, quickly and completely!

Trade you nights!

I spent last night creating backups of mine and my girlfriend's hard drives on a new 250 gig external firewire drive.

aren't you glad you asked?

Excited beyond words!

Good God what a terrible fright! You poor thing!

Oh, and I spent last night watching The Bellydancers of Cairo. How good is that doco? And how sad is the tale of the last Maazin? And how frustrating is the Lucy performance section with its disco light effects and tumbling cameraman?

It's a great documentary. I want to get myself a copy. And the last Maazin story is sad indeed. Fortunately, although she doesn't do any dancing, she does seem to be doing a lot of teaching, so the dance will continue, even if not there.

I'm glad you're okay. Observation: You are in really good shape in some ways, but it's like your body has incredibly low reserves. Maybe you need more body fat? Kinda counterproductive I know, but...you need the equivalent of a jar of peanut butter stored in your spleen or something. :)

I sugar crash easily. I guess it's thrown into high gear when tooth-pulling's involved. Actually, my body fat is higher now than it's been in about a year. That's what comes with holiday season gorging. Gotta get back to the gym, but it's going to have to wait a couple of days, I think. I hope I don't crash while teaching dance tomorrow!

Hm...you need to teach your muscles to store more glycogen or something then.

Wow. Hope the worst is over

It is, although I napped for a few hours this afternoon.

Oh my G-d! I had no idea! Are you okay? What do you need? Do you want me to cook you something or make you some tea or do...anything? I'm just a phone call away...just holler at me and I'll do whatever I can to help you out.

No more puking!!!

I'm pretty good, now. Just a little bit tired. I doubt I'll be puking anymore. I think that had a lot to do with the bleeding hole in my mouth, and it stopped bleeding last night.

But food. Hmm. I must locate some. All I've had today was some Red River cereal....

My grandfather eats Red River Cereal...I had no idea anyone under the age of 100 ate that!

I grew up on the stuff. And

f00dave's thesis advisor and his wife eat it as a side dish with their suppers. I find that a bit odd.

I spent last night arguing with my roommates and kicking them out.

Oh my!

Well, it was messy but necessary. Unlike your episode. Glad to hear you're feeling better.

Blarg! Lj ate my response! Here's a recap:

#1: Please feel better, and heal up fast!
#2: Check w/ dentist about if it's OK to rinse gently with warm salt-water.
#3: I had a vomit response to the prescription painkillers after I had my 3 wisdom teeth extracted. I stopped taking them, and did fine with ibuprofen.

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