Well, off the top of my head, there was the child we so desperately wanted and were told would never come. That was about eight years. Though he might question us calling him odd...
Less seriously, we once went in a foie gras land eatery, and when we ordered, we asked for Captain Pyjamas to be served his meal first, at the same time as the adult starters. They took about an hour to bring the plates and guess whose food arrived last?
I waited 8 years to return to the job I loved.
When I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder I had to give up my dream job as a specialist nurse lecturer as I could not cope. I got married and moved to the country where life was less stressful for me but here they didn’t have a suitable job for someone of my experience. So I started my nursing career again as a junior nurse and worked my way up again. It took me 8 years to get another lecturing post and I am still in that job 18 years later.
I was on a waiting list to see an NHS physiotherapist about my painful jaw. By the time I got to the top of the waiting list, matters had deteriorated. I didn't get physio but was put on a waiting list for minor surgery. By the time I got to the top of that waiting list, matters had deteriorated. I didn't get minor surgery but was put on a waiting list for major surgery.
I got the major surgery. Four hours in theatre, six weeks signed off work.
Total time waiting was a couple of years, although there was a bit at the start when I was on antibiotics, on the theory the pain was from an infection. Maybe 18 months from going onto the first waiting list to surgery?
Grandson has been waiting over a year to find out if he will be prosecuted for an offence for which he was arrested and released. At 20, a year is a very long time.
I have just heard this morning that there will be no further proceedings.
I'm an Ehlers-Danlos patient with a severe version of it which causes chronic pain. I'm also cursed with a weird drug metabolism which means that most pain drugs (including opiates) get metabolized so fast by the liver they never have the chance to get out in the body and do their job. So I can take morphine like water, yeah, and notice nothing but a slight feeling of warmth when it goes into the IV. Doesn't do a damned thing for postsurgical pain, or anything else of that intensity. I've had to do acetominophen (paracetamol) after all my major surgeries because it's the only thing that works--well, and ibuprofen, which I'm not permitted for other reasons.
In 2021, after maybe 30 years of increasingly nasty and debilitating pain which made it basically impossible for me to perform most of my daily functions, the pain clinic doctor FINALLY had a brainwave and gave me an opiate that comes in the form of a tiny patch which you place inside your cheek. This means it doesn't pass through the liver before it hits the bloodstream, though the liver will certainly grab it later! But I still have a shot at some pain relief before that happens.
You should have seen my face when I first took it and had my chronic pain disappear. Mr Lamb laughed like a loon, to see me so hornswoggled. To be sure, the pain reappeared and I've had to up the dose a few times, and it's not perfect by any means--but still, I can function, and that's amazing. (And my house is slowly getting less messy.)
So, not sure how to date the onset of my chronic pain--it was certainly setting in during my teens. Count it as 39 years of pain, and now I'm doing better?
That’s fascinating, LC. My daughter and I (also on the ED spectrum, though hers is worse) can still feel every cut under local anaesthetic. I’ve had to have double anaesthetic for minor surgery and even at the dentist.
Oh, that completely sucks. Yes, I have triple local anesthetic at the dentist, and they offered it TO me after reading up about ED, so no problem. Thank God they didn't think me a liar like one dentist in my childhood, who put a knee in my chest to hold me down....
Fortunately, the ED problem with anesthesia doesn't appear to hold true for major anesthesia (at least, in my experience).
Oh, that completely sucks. Yes, I have triple local anesthetic at the dentist, and they offered it TO me after reading up about ED, so no problem. Thank God they didn't think me a liar like one dentist in my childhood, who put a knee in my chest to hold me down....
Fortunately, the ED problem with anesthesia doesn't appear to hold true for major anesthesia (at least, in my experience).
My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.
My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.
Mine neither. The first time I got novocaine was when I had four teeth extracted. I was ten.
On the topic of waiting I think the longest I have waited for something is for depression to lift, though I never knew that was what I was waiting for because I went into it at age eight and didn't emerge until age 42.
My mother described it as "watching a shadow fall over me".
Just happy I was never formally diagnosed because interventions were few and drastic in the sixties.
"My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.".
Mine did not as well, the first time I changed dentists, and he gave me a shot and a numb mouth, I cried to go back to my old dentist. We had moved, but my mother took me across the city to my old dentist.
Oh, that completely sucks. Yes, I have triple local anesthetic at the dentist, and they offered it TO me after reading up about ED, so no problem. Thank God they didn't think me a liar like one dentist in my childhood, who put a knee in my chest to hold me down....
Fortunately, the ED problem with anesthesia doesn't appear to hold true for major anesthesia (at least, in my experience).
My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.
My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.
I don't think mine did, either, but it is so long ago that I can't actually remember anything about it except that she lacked any kind of warmth, there was more than one visit and I was pretty traumatised by it. I was about 10 at the time and didn't go near any dentist for another 10 years.
Had pretty good dentists after that, but am probably minus several teeth now as a result of that original trauma and the subsequent years of neglect.
I was gassed (!) age about 6 to get a dead baby tooth out - a front one. I had loved the smell of the dry cleaners before that, but on waking from the anaesthetic which smelt a lot like the dry cleaners I puked up everywhere, and never liked that smell again. But new tarmac or real creosote...ahhh
To get back on thread, I waited for my new tooth to grow, and then my Dad accidentally broke it in a play fight. I then waited for a dentist to fix it, which afterwards generally meant waiting for it to fall out again. Now it has finally fallen out I am waiting to see if I can make it to retirement without needing to pay for an implant; perhaps I am waiting to add hoopy earrings, a parrot and a wooden leg. Arrr me hearties.
My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.
On the topic of waiting I think the longest I have waited for something is for depression to lift, though I never knew that was what I was waiting for because I went into it at age eight and didn't emerge until age 42.
My mother described it as "watching a shadow fall over me".
Just happy I was never formally diagnosed because interventions were few and drastic in the sixties.
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Well, off the top of my head, there was the child we so desperately wanted and were told would never come. That was about eight years. Though he might question us calling him odd...
When I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder I had to give up my dream job as a specialist nurse lecturer as I could not cope. I got married and moved to the country where life was less stressful for me but here they didn’t have a suitable job for someone of my experience. So I started my nursing career again as a junior nurse and worked my way up again. It took me 8 years to get another lecturing post and I am still in that job 18 years later.
I was on a waiting list to see an NHS physiotherapist about my painful jaw. By the time I got to the top of the waiting list, matters had deteriorated. I didn't get physio but was put on a waiting list for minor surgery. By the time I got to the top of that waiting list, matters had deteriorated. I didn't get minor surgery but was put on a waiting list for major surgery.
I got the major surgery. Four hours in theatre, six weeks signed off work.
Total time waiting was a couple of years, although there was a bit at the start when I was on antibiotics, on the theory the pain was from an infection. Maybe 18 months from going onto the first waiting list to surgery?
I have just heard this morning that there will be no further proceedings.
Relatively speaking, that's a very long wait for a journey that's essentially a take off then a landing, with little actual flight between
I'm an Ehlers-Danlos patient with a severe version of it which causes chronic pain. I'm also cursed with a weird drug metabolism which means that most pain drugs (including opiates) get metabolized so fast by the liver they never have the chance to get out in the body and do their job. So I can take morphine like water, yeah, and notice nothing but a slight feeling of warmth when it goes into the IV. Doesn't do a damned thing for postsurgical pain, or anything else of that intensity. I've had to do acetominophen (paracetamol) after all my major surgeries because it's the only thing that works--well, and ibuprofen, which I'm not permitted for other reasons.
In 2021, after maybe 30 years of increasingly nasty and debilitating pain which made it basically impossible for me to perform most of my daily functions, the pain clinic doctor FINALLY had a brainwave and gave me an opiate that comes in the form of a tiny patch which you place inside your cheek. This means it doesn't pass through the liver before it hits the bloodstream, though the liver will certainly grab it later! But I still have a shot at some pain relief before that happens.
You should have seen my face when I first took it and had my chronic pain disappear. Mr Lamb laughed like a loon, to see me so hornswoggled. To be sure, the pain reappeared and I've had to up the dose a few times, and it's not perfect by any means--but still, I can function, and that's amazing. (And my house is slowly getting less messy.)
So, not sure how to date the onset of my chronic pain--it was certainly setting in during my teens. Count it as 39 years of pain, and now I'm doing better?
Yes, we probably could have walked!
Fortunately, the ED problem with anesthesia doesn't appear to hold true for major anesthesia (at least, in my experience).
My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.
Mine neither. The first time I got novocaine was when I had four teeth extracted. I was ten.
On the topic of waiting I think the longest I have waited for something is for depression to lift, though I never knew that was what I was waiting for because I went into it at age eight and didn't emerge until age 42.
My mother described it as "watching a shadow fall over me".
Just happy I was never formally diagnosed because interventions were few and drastic in the sixties.
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"My childhood dentist never bothered to give me a local anaesthetic for a filling.".
Mine did not as well, the first time I changed dentists, and he gave me a shot and a numb mouth, I cried to go back to my old dentist. We had moved, but my mother took me across the city to my old dentist.
Did we share childhood dentist?
Had pretty good dentists after that, but am probably minus several teeth now as a result of that original trauma and the subsequent years of neglect.
To get back on thread, I waited for my new tooth to grow, and then my Dad accidentally broke it in a play fight. I then waited for a dentist to fix it, which afterwards generally meant waiting for it to fall out again. Now it has finally fallen out I am waiting to see if I can make it to retirement without needing to pay for an implant; perhaps I am waiting to add hoopy earrings, a parrot and a wooden leg. Arrr me hearties.
Amen and amen to that.