Coded green.
Pic of the day: Yay, I don't have to hide my mouth anymore! (Far-fetched picture from the amuzing anime Mahoraba ~ Heartful Days.) Doctor & dentist reportMy state-assigned doctor was as usual not very helpful, but at least he confirmed that it was not an ordinary sinus infection. He asked me to check with the dentist whether the inflammation might come from the teeth. I agreed to this, since I had a dentist appointment later today already. As for the sores on the front of my legs, he claimed that these were eczema and not at all related to the infection in my face. He did not seem to think this was worth treating at all, at least he did neither prescribe anything nor refer me to anyone or even recommend any lifestyle change (like not wearing pants? I really have no clue how to not get eczema on my legs, after I have stopped using soap when showering already.) The dentist glued on my false tooth. He once again attacked my poor gums so they are quite sore, but I can speak Human again, wheee! My coworkers should appreciate that, as should my speech recognition program. The loose tooth was indeed loose and could indeed be pulled out by hand, which he did. Luckily it was broken at the very edge (a small piece of tooth followed out) and he glued it back on after cleaning out the dead rats that I have smelled in there for the last weeks. I wonder if the dead rats have anything to do with the inflammation? Let us give it a little time and see. The dentist could not answer without taking more X- rays, which he will do next week. The both of them seem, like all health personnel I have met, to have a very optimistic view of the human body's tenacity. This is probably inspired by the recurring GOOMERs that frequent such places and have been sickly for longer than I have been alive, but hang on like weeds. (*GOOMER= Get Out Of My Emergency Room, according to my doctor friend of a few years ago. She used to regale me with stories about excessively ancient people who would have done themselves and the world a favor by crossing Jordan, passing away, going home to the Lord etc but who just didn't die no matter what you did to them.) |
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