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Thursday, March 25, 1999
Surprisingly, on Thursday morning, I got a phone call from the Physical Therapy dept at the clinic. They had scheduled a short-term appointment for me -- I was to be there before noon. So I went.
On the way to the clinic, I was almost hit by a Mercedes Benz convertible which came leaping out of an exit. Not exactly an unfamiliar situation... this time the situation was rather clear; the Mercedes driver had not seen me, but luckily stopped in time. Since this had happened several times before, the porter led me to the branch manager's office, but had to settle for his dragon (head secretary), who apologized, stressed that it wasn't their fault etc. After she had repeated the same thing for the third time and I had restated my point for the third time, I left, fuming.
Ms. Dr. Krämer in the physical therapy dept was very understanding and, after listening to me rambling at length about my medical history, decided that she couldn't do anything for me and that I would have to wait for the return of Dr. Fink from his vacation. She would, however, schedule for physical therapy ASAP. I shuffled my feet and headed towards Mr. von Schwanewede to give him the bad news.
He told me that on Friday there might be an opening in the jaw examination hours and that I should please call him at 8:30 a.m. -- what an ungodly hour.
In the mean time, I was slowly adjusting to the Carbamazepin: Two and a half pills daily turned out to be a bearable dosage, with half a pill in the morning, half a pill in the afternoon and again in the evening.
Right after taking the pill, I still zap out, my grammar goes AWOL and my head spins slightly. Soon, however, I feel better and I can resume work or whatever I was doing. The strain is noticeable all day long, though. It's like working against molasses in my brain.
Sometimes, the right side of my thorax burns and itches -- that's where the Shingles appeared in September 1997. I tell myself this is phantom pain -- the doctor who treated the Shingles had told me that this happens once and never again.
Friday, March 26, 1999
An early-morning call (8:35 a.m., if you must know) to Mr. von Schwanewede gave me mixed news: They wouldn't be able to schedule me in today, but he would try to do something in his spare time on Tuesday.
Tuesday, March 29, 1999
On Monday, I rejoined the working populace. On Tuesday morning at 8:30 (aarggh), I got a phone call from the physical therapy dept of the clinic with a list of appointments, beginning a day after Easter.
In the late afternoon, I went to the dental clinic. Once I got there, Mr. von Schwanewede once again gave me mixed news: While he would not be able to make a full exam now, he had gotten me an earlier appointment for the full exam, on April 9 (this is a month earlier than originally scheduled) with Mr. Kahlstorf.
After completing the exam, Mr. Kahlstorf would take the matter in his very capable hands and subsequently, he would consult the head dentist of that department.
He did, however, decide that I should take some Ibuprofen and Diazepam, though. The Ibuprofen to lessen my pain, the Diazepam to make my jaw relax. He would rather have me quit the Carbamazepim, but he is reluctant to just cancel another doctor's therapy (even though Dr. Zwickert is not returning from his vacation until April 11, 1999).
This makes my current drug intake: one and a half pills of Carbamazepin (one pill: 200 mg), two half pills of Ibuprofen (one pill: 600 mg) and a 5 mg pill of Diazepam every evening.
Generally, I feel better than I did without the pills, but there are side effects. And no, I am not going to tell you how my digestive system is handling this cocktail.
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