It keeps on getting better

Well, as I start feeling better, it figures that the anesthesiologist becomes a bigger putz. After he called me yesterday and tried to insinuate that it was my fault that he chipped my tooth, he told me he'd like me to see the dentist of his choice. Whatever, I'm thinking. I make an appointment with my local dentist since I hadn't heard from him. So, he calls me about 12:30 today and tells me he wants me to see his dentist in Carrollton, which is about 25-30 miles away from me. I tell him I'd like to see my local dentist, so I don't have to drive. To this, he starts going off on me and how he isn't responsible for this damage and he doesn't have to take care of it if he doesn't want to and how he is trying to do me a favor by having this evaluation. Then, once he is done being a jerkwad, he tells me that he'd like me to go see them TODAY. I was gritting my teeth (including the chipped one) trying to be pleasant when I told him I'd go see his dentist, but there is no way I can get there today, that I'd call and set up an appointment at my convenience.

Do I just have "screw me over" tattooed on my forehead or something? I totally feel like I get hosed by people regularly. It gets old after a while.

Anyway. Aside from dealing with the toot-head anesthesia guy, I'm feeling pretty good. I didn't take a nap today and managed to stay coherent all day. I'm not taking the painpills every four hours anymore. I've progressed to about every six hours and I anticipate not needing them within the next few days. It looks like my post-op bleeding has finally stopped and the swelling has gone down some more. I will be glad when it is completely gone, but for the most part, no one can look at me and tell anything was even wrong. I already feel better than I did pre-op. I no longer feel the need to throw up all the time. That, alone, is progress.