Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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I've been nodding so hard along with the roomie-kitchen sitch I forgot to type. I'm a huge introvert, and I have really problematic issues with being silently, even casually, observed and *I* think she's being a prat.
It's not incumbent on you to solve her problem, but because of information you didn't have before, I'd urge you to move into the other place. Sucks, after starting to put down roots, but in the long run I feel you'll be happier--those things won't get resolved, and you'll just stew and worry at them and make yourself nuts because it's not the way it's supposed to be and you can't fix it. Get out. of the house. (end ghostie voice) Get out now. Um. Is my opinion, fwiw.
Hey All, checking in from the other side of the SAN DIEGO COUNTY BLACKOUT.
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We survived fine and, other than feeling compelled to eat a disturbing amount of ice cream for dinner to keep it from melting, unscathed. I understand there was gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair from football fans, though. The living room smelled kinda weird from the warring fragrances, too - every candle in the house was a scented candle.
Any OC Buffistas get hit?
I now have a temporary crown on my root canal-ed tooth. I have to say, the actual dental care is quite good, but their people skills leave me snarly. It's a giant dental complex with branches in 5 or 6 parts of town, so I think turnover of patients (and dentists) is high. And based on that, I think they gear their people "skills" (such as they are) toward a "disposable patient," probably-won't-see-them-again attitude. With a little "the patient is dumber than a box of rocks and knows nothing about dentistry or their own body" sprinkled on top.
Because first, when I had the root canal last week, the endodontist was STUNNED that I requested pain meds. The dentist today told me that the endodontist never prescribes them, ever (with the implication of "What exactly did you tell him in order to get drugs?"). Then when I told the dentist today that I still had some soreness from the root canal, she reacted like I had been punching my own face for a week. "You SHOULDN'T be having PAIN after such a LONG PERIOD of time!" she exclaimed.
"Uh...a week?" I asked.
"No!" she said. "You should be sore for A DAY, maybe two if it was a really complicated procedure!"
"Well," I said, "I had pain and cold sensitivity for 8 months prior to the root canal, and I don't consider residual discomfort after only 1 week to be extraordinary."
"You must have a LOW pain tolerance!" she said.
The whole tenor of the conversation was that *I* had done something wrong by...still being sore from my tooth being excavated for 90 minutes. (I figured if I told them that everything I read online -- from actual dental practices -- actually contradicted their YOU MUST BE PAIN FREE IN ONE DAY OR YOU ARE A LIAR stance, they would be pissed and also tell me that dental advice from the Internet is unreliable.)
I think they must have such high volume of patients that they have one standard approach to patient interaction, and that's that.
So, I need to finish up with a permanent crown, and like I said, the actual dental care is perfectly good. Once the crown is done, I'm going to find another dentist, because I really don't enjoy being treated like an idiot drug addict who causes my own pain. And I'm going to let them know that's why I'm leaving.
Medical people are crazy in regard to pain meds.
Wishing you a quick and as pain-free as possible recovery. I've had one root canal (and a bunch of crowns, several of which were more painful than the root canal). Steph, it's possible that the nerves other than the one killed in the procedure have been so sensitized that they're still hurting you.
After years of being mauled by two different dentists - at least the second one was competent, if brutal - I found the bestest dentist evah. Looked like your favorite grandfather and was so, so gentle. Then he retired ... after only 60 years in practice! slacker!
Christ I realize how lucky I am with dentists. They always offer meds, and give that I react badly to most pain meds work hard to find ones that don't make me sick. Why is that not routine with dentists and dental surgeons?
No shit, Steph.
I'd be all "Dude, I lived with excruciating back pain for X years before I got surgery, AND I have IBS. I have a pretty HIGH pain threshold, and I don't appreciate being told what my body does or does not feel, and I prefer not to pay my money to a dental group who is condescending about normal, humane pain management. Especially since I work intensively with pharmaceutical literature professionally and am very up-to-date on medical norms and procedures. SUCK IT, BEEYOTCHES."
What Erin said. Word for word.
smonster,
I'm an introvert, but I can present as an extrovert for short periods of time. such presentation takes a LOT of energy and so when I come home, I don't really want to talk a whole lot. Beau I think has figured this out over the years, but I would never tell him, please don't be in this space.
What I don't get is if you are quietly at the table or cooking, then what really is the problem?
I feel sorry for your roommate because it sounds roomie is going through a rough spot, but you definitely should not feel badly about being in your own fucking home.
Judge Judy would be yelling at your roomie full boar over this.
Can you put in a room divider (those accordion-looking things?) instead of a curtain?
What I don't get is if you are quietly at the table or cooking, then what really is the problem?
Oh, I've been in that place before, where just the knowledge of someone's proximity gets under your skin. That's why I suspect a curtain won't actually help. (Help her, I mean. It would at least give smonster some mental space.)
Difference is, when that happens I understand that it is
my
issue.
It just seems like it's come up all of a sudden. I guess this anniversary, whatever it is, has lowered her capacity to deal, because when we were both unemployed we'd hang out and chat happily for good long chunks of time. I can't think of anything that I've done that would have pissed her off.
I mean, if I need to not hang out in the kitchen, fine. But cooking, washing dishes, and eating? I kind of need to do those things there.
I was having such a good week, and now I just want to sleep. And not be around her. And I have a lot I need to do this weekend.