Call back from the specialist: this could last 6 weeks, it’s “quite normal.”
“But I can’t brush my teeth!”
“I’ve spoken to doctor, just do the best you can, and we’ll send that script for pain relief over to your pharmacy for you.”
Well, today I learned that this misery has a name, and it is trismus. And that no, I probably shouldn’t be feeling quite this bad a week after surgery. Whoops, eh? So tomorrow I’m definitely calling the specialist, and probably heading back for a chat. Which means I have to get up early, and I’m not sleeping well, because I’m still in pain, and … arrrrgh!