Update on various fronts:

[stillane]

We'll start with the tale of the bird.

I called one of the rescues provided by wonderful people, and they advised me to return the little guy to open water. (The sooner the better, too, because it seems they won't eat in captivity.) Apparently, they've been getting a lot of calls about this particular species of late, specifically their habit of wandering where they aren't supposed to be. They need open water to take off, but they're doppy enough to wind up on ice and not be able to find their way back. Given that they also have the land speed of a drunken tortoise, this is not a healthy combo.

Friday saw me and a 70 year old woman attempting to find a clear patch of creek. Combined with the continued presence of vicodin in my bloodstream, I'm sure we made an interesting pair. We did, finally, find an appropriate zone, and the little beast was released. He didn't go far, though. Our fine feathered friend is still hanging out near the house, and my dad is off to visit him even as we speak. (Seriously, the man's gotten oddly attached. Any day now we're going to find him out there chucking shrimp from the shore and mournfully making duck-ish noises.)

ETA: Then again... The world's smallest avian idiot has now managed one better. Not only did he not fly away to freedom as predicted, he got himself frozen to the ice. Rather than let him become a tiny ducky popsicle, Dad put on the waders and ventured out onto the creek. The grebe is officially back under our roof, pending more information from the nearest rescuers. *sigh* How exactly do I convince them to take a critter which is not injured, just terminally goofy?

On the subject of teeth, more wisdom needed.

All of you who've had the grand extraction: how long should the pain continue to be fairly intense? I thought I was doing pretty good circa Thursday, but then not so much. I'm not sure whether I'm just being a huge baby about it, or if there's really something funky going on. I'm usually pretty good with pain - my knees dislocate of their own accord a couple times a year, and I snap them back in routinely - and I don't have a fever or any other obvious infection symptoms, just a persistent ache. My surgeon is flying below the radar over the weekend, and I need to start work tomorrow. Should I be planning a visit to him anyway? Is it normal to still be pretty sore five days latter? Am I the biggest wimp since wimpdom began?

Any and all advice is welcome, be it on the bird or the mouth.

Comments

[eccentric_hat]

I have no advice at all about the bird--I hope it figures out what it ought to do. About the teeth, are you on drugs and still hurting? I took...some sort of pain medication for...I want to say a week but it might not actually have been that long, and felt fine the whole time, and then I felt a little sore the first day I didn't take any drugs. Probably the best bet, if the pain doesn't go away by the time your dentist is reachable, is just to ask them if what you're going through is normal.

[stillane.livejournal.com]

About the bird: he's still hanging out in the living room, seemingly contentedly. *shrug* Who knows what goes through his little birdy mind?

About the teeth: yep, I was on the good drugs and still hurting. I went back to the doctor today and prevaricated about having downed vicodin before getting behind the wheel. (Apparently, they frown on that sort of thing.) They introduced me to the wonders of clove oil, and now I'm down to simple Advil with nary a twinge. I have to go back a few times in the next few days, but it's a small price to pay for painlessness. Yay painlessness!