I’ve had a busy couple of days appointments wise. I finally saw my GP yesterday, after a week long battle with the receptionists to get an appointment, which seems to be impossible! He was really pleased with my progress and said I was looking a lot better in myself; I said that I was feeling much better and we decided to give reducing the Morphine a go. This is great news to me, as I really don’t like to rely on painkillers, but I do have some small concerns too:
Firstly, that the Morphine is masking some pain and that, as I reduce the dose, I’ll realise that things aren’t quite as good as I thought. Then there is the possibility of withdrawal symptoms, especially when I’m going through the wringer trying to taper my Prednisolone dose. However, my GP has said that when Morphine is used to treat severe pain, rather than recreationally, there is little risk of experiencing withdrawal. I haven’t been on it for too long either, so that works in my favour too. Jolly good.
I hate going to the dentist.
Today I had my second appointment with my new dentist. My teeth have been a big worry for me; sixteen years of Prednisolone have left them very weak and my wisdom teeth came through dead. I knew I had a few holes and that two of my wisdom teeth had crumbled away, so I expected to be told off for not looking after them properly, even though I take great care to brush properly and floss etc.
Thankfully, he was really understanding and didn’t shout at me at all, phew! He agreed that the steroids had understandably taken their toll and advised that I should have been using a high fluoride toothpaste since starting them (oh well, better late than never!). He took x-rays of my teeth and jaw, felt around my jaw line as I am quite restricted in opening my mouth, then gave my teeth, gums, cheeks and tongue a very thorough examination. I need to go back next week for a filling or two (eek!) and also need to be referred to have two of my wisdom teeth out surgically. I was fine about this until he mentioned the procedure can cause jaw problems and numbness of the face; they may not agree to do it anyway though apparently, so there’s no point worrying about that yet.
I now have one week to find some courage to face the big needle.
Did I mention I hate going to the dentist?