Meeting with the doctor today
Who knows what week this is.
Today I met with Dr. Li and I no longer wear the pachooey chomp, but I do wear rubber bands at night still…but I have to put them on the front teeth. I had been avoiding putting them om the front because my lips get slaughtered for some reason, but doctor’s orders. So slaughter away.
I mentioned to Dr. Li that I had occasional sharp sudden brief scream out loud pain and he looked at me funny (as if thinking pain was odd), which I thought was odd. He asked where it was and I pointed it out on my chin and upper lip and he paused, then shhok it off and said “Oh that’s right. I forgot. You’re SENSITIVE.” I must remind myself I have a wonderful wonderful surgeon whose bedside manner is less than ideal but because of the wonderful wonderful part I am okay with that. But still. I have this overwhelming urge to 1. feel guilty for having pain 2. never tell him I hurt again and 3. hit him because who is he to imply I have less pain than I feel? I wasn’t saying there was anything WRONG…I was just letting him know how I was healing. But I guess when you do this surgery 3 times a week you really don’t care after a while how the patient feels, as long as they are recovering, which I am. But really, the third time he emphasized how “SENSITIVE” I am, I wanted to stick my tongue out and make a phbllttt noise…but I physically can’t…
Wait…I just tried. Yes I can! Oh he so has something to look forward to in 2 weeks if he brings up my “sensitivity” again. Bring it on Dr. Li! Oh, and thank you for my surgery.
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