Time line:

• Jan 3rd – That was the first visit to the dentist, she started the root canal on one tooth but said I would need another tooth done in the future. Everything was fine after that visit. I did stop taking the antibiotics 5 days into the course due to constant diarrhea. No problems between visits.

• Jan 17 – My next visit. The surgeon finished the root canal the other dentist started, and decided to start and complete the other tooth. 2 root canals in less than an hour – even the assistant commented on how quick it was. The bottom tooth hurt quite a bit and he kept having to spray more stuff in my mouth. twas yuck.

He gave me an Ibuprofen prescription and more antibiotics and sent me on my way. That was Wednesday. I didn’t get the prescription filled, it was the same a stuff the first dentist gave me and I had some left if I needed.

• Jan 18, 19 – Thursday at school I started to get tooth ache and had to grab 2 Tylenol at lunch time. Thursday night I don’t remember it hurting and Friday morning it was minor pain but I took one of the antibiotics from the ones I had left over just in case. It was the evening when I felt I”d been kicked in the side of the face by a mule. I had a rough Friday night.
• Jan 20 – I thought I was dying – dingbat that I am never once considered calling the dentist, I figured I’d just go see him Monday. Diarrhea back, itchy burning hands and feet. Hubby got the new prescription filled, same antibiotic just a higher dose I continued the course.
• Jan 21 – Spent most of the day in pain, and quite possibly high as a kite the amount of pain killers I was taking. Called my boss, told her there was no way I’d be in work tomorrow – I was going to gatecrash the dentist’s office
• Jan 22 – PAIN! Had to wake hubby to take me to the dentist at 11:45, I had flu like symptoms and was running a fever. I told the dentist what was happening including the fever, itching diarrhea and the PAIN! all down the side of my face. He open the fillings up, squirted some stuff into them, filled them again, told me to continue with the antibiotics and call him in the morning (seriously) oh yeah, gave me another prescription for pain killers.

I shivered and moaned all the way home in the car, got home and went straight to bed. By 6 my fever had hit 103 and I was shivering like you wouldn’t believe, and I really didn’t think my teeth could chatter that fast – weird. Hubby called Mary, she came over to look after the kids and off we went to the emergency room. Not any ole emergency room mind you, the one clear across the other side of the Island, the one hubby works at. He’d already called ahead.

Anyway, went from bad to worse there. Shivering got worse, as did the teeth chattering. there was an IV an x ray, poking prodding and questions. By 1am I was in ccu wondering wtf happened. Apparently my blood pressure was incredibly low 54/23 (someone said lower, but wouldn’t that mean I was dead?)

There were lots of stuff hanging from the IV, I later learned dopamine, potassium (which really burns going through your veins let me tell you) magnesium, antibiotics, clindamycin, saline.

Don’t remember much more of Monday night, and since this entry is so long I’ll give you a break and start another later on :)

I will however, leave you with a pretty picture of my face. It’s the only bloated part left, but I really wish the bloated part would be someplace not so friggin obvious.