After six months of my face ballooning, and my diet largely being made up of antibiotics, I had all of my wisdom teeth taken out last week. I was really not keen on getting it done as I had a fear they were accidentally going to nick my inferior alveolar nerve nerve and paralyse my face. But it had to be done.
Seven days later:
- Yes, my tooth socket areas hurt a lot.
- Yes, they necessarily did a hatchet job on my gums, which also hurt.
- Yes, my mouth is riddled with infections and what are known as “major” ulcers.
- Yes, an extremely limited liquid diet, so as to not agitate the tooth sockets or the ulcers, is boring the hell out of me.
But the worst bit about having all of my wisdom teeth out? The haemorrhoids.
That’s a worry that didn’t cross my mind, pre-op.
But with a diet consisting wholly of water, yoghurt, ice lollies, and cold cream of tomato soup (the last turns out to be a no-no as it is making my infection worse!), I am simply unable to poo.
I’ve never had that problem before. A slightly excessive amount of coffee, chilli, and Jakeman’s sweets, has meant my bumhole has always been thoroughly lubricated, and my plop healthily medium soft.
But now I am laying actual bricks.
Yet I can’t lay them.
The lavvy routine is the same each time. The jagged, baby-sized turd very slowly creeps down my bot-canal. It stretches my rim till tears fill my eyes. Yet it won’t come out. My arse ring just contracts further and further, yet there’s no epidural to hand, and no sign of my red baby’s head.
The only way to get the crap packet out of my bleeding rear eye is to rhythmically clench my butt cheeks and breaks little pieces of dung off, and then suck the vitriolic little shit back up into my rectum. I’ve been chiselling away at this bum boulder in this manner for a day now.
Solutions? No idea. The laxatives aren’t working. I just never thought I’d get piles from having my teeth out.
© 2016 Bryan A. J. Parry