When I saw the oral surgeon in September, he said that there seemed to be pus coming out of my salivary glands when he expressed them. This, he said, was due to an infection because of the pooled saliva in my blocked glands. He prescribed me ten days’ worth of apo-clindamycin, to be taken once every eight hours.
I found it extremely difficult to take that medication, as it was causing me two major problems. For one, the antibiotics caused awful heartburn, which forced me to stop taking them after two days. I went back to the doctor’s office, but because I’m allergic to so many antibiotics, I couldn’t change the medication. They prescribed me some Zantac to take along with it, which helped a little.
The other problem I had with the medication was that, for some reason, it made the excretions from my salivary gland more prolific, which means that I was dealing with more blockages. It seemed like while I was on the medication, my glands refused to empty on their own. They were extremely swollen, and I had to constantly stroke or push on them to get them to empty.
In all, I probably took the medication for five days total.
A couple of days before my October appointment, I decided that I really needed to finish my medication, so I started again in earnest. On the second day, I was having lunch at school when I felt the familiar tenderness in the duct of my left submandibular gland. I was annoyed, but I figured that the blockage would leave the duct when it was ready. Before I was finished eating however, I felt the swelling worsening, and decided to go home to try to empty it myself. However, it was pouring outside, so I had to wait a while before I could go home.
Sometimes the blockage gets so bad that it feels like it’s pressing on my airway and my ear canal. I know the ear canal doesn’t make sense considering the location of the submandibular gland… maybe it pushes the parotid gland upwards. I’m not sure, but I certainly feel something.

While I waited for the rain to let up, my throat started to feel like it was getting smaller, and the swelling was getting really bad, really fast. And for the first time, the swelling was actually painful. I was getting worried, so I called my doctor’s office. By this time it was about 4:30. When the receptionist picked up, I explained that I thought I was having an emergency – that I thought a stone was stuck and causing swelling, and that my throat was closing up. After (presumably) checking with the doctor, she told me that he was seeing his last patient for the day, and I would have to come in the following morning. Even though I was scared that my throat was closing.
Disgruntled and worried, I went home and decided to rest until the following day.
I can’t remember much of what happened immediately afterwards. I do remember calling around to see if there were any other oral surgeons that could help me, but everyone had gone home for the day. Maybe I also went to sleep. I remember that in the night, the swelling was really progressing. I called my mom, and she encouraged me to go to the hospital, so I asked my sister to go with me, and we called a cab to take us.
After waiting for a long time, I finally saw a doctor. As I had expected, she couldn’t do anything to help me. She offered me a hydrocortisone shot for the swelling, but as I was convinced that it was a stone, I refused it. I cried a little bit in the lobby while I waited for the cab to take me home. I was tired, I felt awful, and I was frustrated that I had been paying so much money to try to get my illness diagnosed, and while I was having an emergency, no one was able to help me.
On the way home, I started to feel like the stone might be ready to come free. As soon as I got home, I rushed to the mirror. When I lifted my tongue, I saw something small and yellow just barely pushing out of my swollen duct. I tried to push it out, but to no avail. It was extremely painful to do so.
After a while, I gave up, and decided to go back to bed. I was pretty sure that the blockage wouldn’t move without surgery, so I refused to eat or drink anything for the rest of the night, in preparation for the next day. My friend, who is a student at our university’s dental school, offered to come with me to the doctor’s office the following day.
I stayed up for most of the night, as I was too scared that if I fell asleep, my throat would close up and suffocate me. At about 3 a.m., my throat felt really tight. I called 119 for an ambulance, and a very rude operator informed me that I had called the wrong number for an ambulance, and that someone would call me back. I could barely speak, because of how small my airway was. To date, no one has called me back (Welcome to Jamaica!). Frustrated, I called my mom, who I found had been sitting up, waiting to hear back from me. When my call with her cut off, I tearfully called another friend, who graciously stayed up with me for about an hour. Before he hung up, he suggested that I place a warm compress on my throat. I microwaved a damp hand towel and held it to my neck until it got cold, and then I fell asleep. It seems like during the night, the stone or whatever it was came free, because I woke up about an hour later, and found that awful tasting, salty saliva was slowly seeping into my mouth. It made me nauseous, but I was glad that the stone had come free, because by that time, the swelling was so bad that I was actually choking. When the sun finally came up, I was relieved to have survived the night.
I showered and went to the doctor’s office at about 10:30, where my friend from the dental school was waiting for me. She sat with me and fussed over my swollen face, until it was our turn to go in to the doctor. And it was then that I got the disappointing news, that there was actually no stone in my salivary glands.
I really wanted to cry after that, but my friend comforted me before returning to school. I was extremely tired, so I went home and slept. My swelling went down over the next couple of days, and I was extremely tired.

That was, by far, the worst episode I’ve had to date. Since then, I continue to have swelling and express white threads. At this point, I’m trying to get an appointment with a GP, so that I can get a referral to a rheumatologist. The next step in my journey is to begin testing for autoimmune diseases. I have a theory about what I might have, but I don’t want to jump to any conclusions just yet.
Hopefully, my next post will be about my visit to the rheumatologist.
Stay strong in the meantime, as I’m trying to do.
Yours,
Maladie


