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If you can’t talk at all

22 Nov

Reader Jude sent me the following, which will surely be of use to anybody directed not to talk while wired:

I am new to the “club” and thought you may like to add some info to the Wired Communication link.  While my jaw was wired up and doc recommended no speaking at all, I linked with SprintIP relay for FREE telephone service.  I signed up with the help of a speaking family member and then was provided with a relay service telephone number via internet where I would type in a tele number and the relay operator would call that number for me.  The relay service would read my typed info to the person on the other end of the line and then the relay operator would type what the person was saying back to me – including whether the person sounded caring, loving, or angry.  You are also able to receive calls through the relay service provided you have the internet on and set to receive the call.  I found this service extremely helpful because I lived alone and was now able to make doctor appointments, get information to my employer, speak with loved ones, and handle life despite being speech-disabled.  SprintIP relay also provided 911 service for me if I had needed it – which thankfully, I never did.

On a side-note, all conversations are completely private and when I contacted my boyfriend who had been enjoying a night with friends ala good Canadian beer, the sprint operator even noted when he was ”burping” into the phone.  Certainly wasn’t the best conversation when I couldn’t join in with the fun, but I was delighted to have the ability to enjoy the party during my wired-up recovery time.  Actually made me forget my pain and woes for a bit that evening.

Bleeding gums

19 Jun

When I had the arch bars removed, I was promised that my gums would bleed easily for the next two or three weeks, particularly when I flossed. The gums have recovered faster than I expected, though. They bled in about three places the first night of flossing and two places for a couple of nights thereafter. There was one spot that bled for a couple more nights, but by now the bleeding has stopped altogether.

Chewing

20 May

When I went to the oral surgeon’s office today, I was surprised that he didn’t do anything–save asking me how I was feeling–to verify that I was ready to chew again. There was no x-ray and no poking or prodding of the site of the injury. I now have medical clearance to chew everything except for “super-hard” foods. This class of excluded foods includes beef jerky, crisp apples, peanuts, pretzels, hard French bread, and carrots. The oral surgeon assured me that there is still “a ton” of food that I can eat, but my jaw just isn’t ready for the harder foods yet. I assured him that I wasn’t feeling psychologically ready for those foods yet either. Even though my jaw had felt strong for a while, I couldn’t imagine testing it on something hard yet.

The surgeon only looked at my mouth to see how far I could open it without the rubber bands, which I will no longer have to wear. He said that I still had some work to do, and he explained that in the next six weeks, we would be working on getting my mouth to open further and straighter. He instructed me to spend a couple of minutes a day just opening and closing my mouth in the mirror, making sure my chin remains straight. I’ll be returning to the oral surgeon in about three weeks, and he said that he’ll give me some more specific exercises to do if my jaw isn’t back to normal by then.

On my way back to campus from the oral surgeon’s office, I stopped for a falafel sandwich. I’ve tended to eat out very infrequently since starting graduate school, but this seemed like as good a time as any to splurge. The only difficulty in eating the falafel was getting it into my mouth, which required me to squeeze the (rather thick) sandwich a little bit. It was late to be eating lunch, and I was hungry, so I chewed and ate it quickly.

Since the first meal, I’ve been munching on various things. I’ve had a couple of different kinds of cookies, a frozen burrito, and a Trader Joe’s Spicy Spinach Pizza. The (cheeseless) pizza had been in my freezer since the week of the accident, and I found it to be a bit chewier than the ones that haven’t been frozen, so I took care to let it start to dissolve in my mouth before I chewed it. I would have liked to start cooking, but I didn’t have ingredients for anything until after I completed a shopping trip, and by then, it was late, and I was hungry. I’ll make a celebratory meal tomorrow, though.

The shirt

5 May

After my accident, I was mildly annoyed about not being given the chance to remove my shirt without having it cut. I’ve been meaning to post this picture for weeks, but a few days later, I looked at the cut-up shirt (which came home with me from the hospital), and I saw that the shirt had already lost its usefulness by that point. In addition to three large holes in the back, there’s a smaller hole in the right shoulder. Incidentally, I don’t know how I managed to get the holes in the back of my shirt without any damage to the skin in the area.

The shirt I was wearing at the time of my accident.

The shirt I was wearing at the time of my accident.

Rubber bands

3 May

For the three week period following the removal of my wires, I have to have rubber bands in my mouth to keep my teeth returning to the right position. Now that I’ve been wearing them for a few days, there are a few things that seem to be worth mentioning:

  • Unlike the rubber bands that I wore on my orthodontic braces in junior high, these go right at the front of my mouth. They’re probably pretty visible to people when I talk to them, although I’m not really one to be too bothered by that. Most of the people I talk to in the course of a day have some idea of what I’ve been through over the last few weeks, anyway.
  • When I first put in new rubber bands, they taste (unsurprisingly) like rubber. In case you’re wondering, I’m familiar with the taste of rubber from licking an eraser in second grade.
  • Fortunately, I am allowed to remove the rubber bands to eat. It takes some restraint on my part not to eat all the time as an excuse to leave the rubber bands out.
  • For the first day or two, after a meal I’d find that I was having trouble figuring out where my teeth should be resting, and the rubber bands were helpful in straightening things out. By now, my jaw is finding its resting position even before I get the rubber bands back in.
  • These rubber bands are very prone to breaking. I had two break in the first section I taught on Thursday and one in the last section. Often, rubber bands will break when I try to put them in for the first time. The oral surgeon only gave me a small envelope of rubber bands, and I’ll be surprised if it lasts until my next appointment (which is Tuesday of next week).
  • Yesterday, I noticed the rubber bands making some squeaking sounds when I opened my mouth wide. I wondered if this was a sign that I’m able to open my mouth further than I previously.
  • Sometimes when I’m walking around, I’ll notice that I’m clenching my teeth. I don’t know if this is because of the pressure applied by the rubber bands or because I’m used to having my jaw wired shut. I also don’t know why this only happens when I’m walking around.

Teaching through the wires

16 Apr

Today was a big day for me. For the first time since my accident, I taught my three sections. I knew that my speech wouldn’t be perfectly normal, and so it still might be hard for students to hear me if the room were full of chatty students. I also knew that it might be hard for students whose first language wasn’t English. To resolve these issues, I prepared detailed notes for the lesson and told the students that they could take them and leave if they wanted to. I expected that since most of my students were only taking the course to get into business or medical school, most of them would exercise this option. This would have the dual effect of giving the students another way of getting my lesson, and keeping the background noise in the classroom at a reasonable level. My expectation proved correct, as I had only six students among the three sections stay the whole time. Many of those who left didn’t even bother to take the notes.

I’m always a little tired after teaching three sections in one day, and today is no exception. Other than that, though, I feel great.  Less than a week ago, I struggled to get even just a word or two out of my mouth, and I was starting to lose hope that I’d be able to teach today. To have been able to get up and teach for four hours under these circumstances is a huge psychological victory that low attendance isn’t going to take away from me.

In all fairness, I owe some credit for today’s success to Vega. I teach two consecutive sections with only 10 minutes in between, which means that I have to go about three hours without eating. On a liquid diet, that would ordinarily be very difficult for me, but after my Vega breakfast, it was not so bad.

A food I don’t crave

14 Apr

This morning, my brother took me to Whole Foods so I could get a few more soups and soy yogurts before he flew home. In the checkout line, I noticed that the woman behind us was buying a “Bacon Bar.” This, apparently, was a milk chocolate bar with bacon in it. Even before I went vegan, I don’t think I would have understood such a food product.

Vega

11 Apr

On Wednesday, a few hours after my surgery, my concerned mother talked with my landlady over the phone about my medical situation. My landlady is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and she had agreed to serve as an emergency contact for my mother. After the phone conversation ended, my mother reported to me that she had talked my landlady out of buying cans of Ensure for me. Ensure is a dairy product, so I was grateful for this. This morning, though, thinking about the story reminded me that I had seen a vegan meal replacement at Whole Foods once. After a few Google searches, I determined that the product I was thinking of was Vega.

I could see on the website that the  nutrient content of Vega was very impressive. It also happens to be free of all major allergens, including soy. Since I want to have some sources of protein other than soy, this made it particularly worth trying. I purchased a few snack-size packets at Whole Foods today, and  I tasted two of the flavors. The taste certainly wasn’t anything special, but it didn’t taste bad, so I’ve decided to order a larger supply. At first, I hesitated because of the price (retail is about $5 per serving), but I decided that for something that replaces a whole meal, it really isn’t too bad, particularly given the circumstances. The best price I could find was at Food Fight Grocery, a vegan grocery store in Portland. I’ll order two large containers (which results in a substantially cheaper price per serving), and keep one in my office and one at home.

Not a good use of time

10 Apr

I just spent a fair amount of time looking at food blogs. This is the last thing somebody who won’t be able to eat any solid food for another three weeks (and probably won’t many of the foods on these blogs for even longer) needs to be doing, particularly when there are so many problem sets to be finished

The evening

6 Apr

After arriving home, I showered (carefully, to avoid getting my sutures wet) and called my parents to let them know that I had made it. I realized that, as it was Sunday, the pharmacies might close early, so I should go to pick up my prescription for Vicodin as soon as possible. While I’ve generally tended to avoid using painkillers (I didn’t use any when I had my wisdom teeth out), I decided that it would be good to have them on hand, just in case. Checking online, I found that none of the area pharmacies was open later than 6PM. I hurried to catch a bus to the nearest Long’s Pharmacy, arriving in the pharmacy line at 5:45PM. Fortunately, they were still able to fill my prescription.

I also looked for Fixodent, which an EMT recommended to me earlier to temporarily seal my teeth until I could see a dentist. However, I found that this product came in several different kinds, all of which were intended to be used with dentures, so I decided to wait until I could talk to a dentist to see what to do.

I arrived home to realize that I needed to buy straws so that I could drink without getting the sutures on my lip wet. Even without the sutures, drinking without a straw would be a challenge because my lower lip was swollen. I planned to take a walk out to Andronico’s, the nearest grocery store (and one I dislike very much), to buy a box of straws. This was complicated by the fact–for which I am very much appreciative–that the ride leader was planning on bringing my bicycle to my apartment from the fire station, and I didn’t have my cell phone, which was with my bicycle. When I managed to convince myself that I had enough time for the trip, I made the trek down to the store. I looked through what I thought was the entire store twice without finding any straws, so I settled on buying the cheapest package of juiceboxes that I could find. These, of course, come with small straws. I did find the straws after paying for the juiceboxes; they were along the wall at the end of the checkout lines.

I returned to my apartment and blended a can of Amy’s Lentil Soup and then drank it through one of the juicebox straws. I don’t generally find canned soups to be very filling, but I wasn’t very hungry, so this was enough.

The ride leader stopped by with my bicycle. He was very nice and apologetic about the accident, which I assured him was exclusively my fault. Along with my bicycle was my phone (in good working order), and my helmet, which doesn’t appear to have been damaged in the slightest (I will replace it out of caution nonetheless).

I’m going to go to bed soon. I made an attempt to brush my teeth not long ago, but it was not successful due to the level of swelling in my mouth. I also haven’t taken the Vicodin that I rushed out to buy, and I don’t plan to do so before going to bed.

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