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Today I woke up in pain.
PAIN!
In my mouth!
Now, you should know that I have have a whole helluva lotta dental work in the past, eh, 20+ years (dismissing the early years when I had 1) no teeth or 2) baby teeth that fell out of their own accord, sweet loving teeth) as I have sucky teeth, and because of this I have a very high threshold for oral pain. When I went in on Monday the Dr. was shocked that I had lasted almost a year without seeing him for the RC, but really, it didn't bother me.
So, when I wake up in serious enough pain to schedule an emergency visit- to the point that I actually left work *early* thereby insuring I won't get double time if I go in tomorrow which, lets face it, is probably not going to happen- there is PAIN.
So I went in and he finished getting rid of the nerve, but my tooth was so sore and tender that the pain didn't so much subside as continue it's relentless throbbing.
Glass half full? At least I know my heart is beating as I can feel it in every throb of the tooth.
Of course, the fact that I am a walking, talking, functioning member of society pretty much tells me that anyway. But dude. The pain. I need to see the glass half full or I will *die*.
I did get drugs, though.
So, if I'm not around it's because my new friend Vicodin and I decided to spent the weekend in bed.
Holy FUCK I hurt! It hurts to fucking suck the liquid from the Snapple bottle. And I was almost floored when an errant piece of pizza accidentially wandered left and right under my tooth mid-bite. (Pizza, by the way, is easy and relatively soft, which means I can kind of eat it so long as it doesn't wander!)
*whimper*
PAIN!
In my mouth!
Now, you should know that I have have a whole helluva lotta dental work in the past, eh, 20+ years (dismissing the early years when I had 1) no teeth or 2) baby teeth that fell out of their own accord, sweet loving teeth) as I have sucky teeth, and because of this I have a very high threshold for oral pain. When I went in on Monday the Dr. was shocked that I had lasted almost a year without seeing him for the RC, but really, it didn't bother me.
So, when I wake up in serious enough pain to schedule an emergency visit- to the point that I actually left work *early* thereby insuring I won't get double time if I go in tomorrow which, lets face it, is probably not going to happen- there is PAIN.
So I went in and he finished getting rid of the nerve, but my tooth was so sore and tender that the pain didn't so much subside as continue it's relentless throbbing.
Glass half full? At least I know my heart is beating as I can feel it in every throb of the tooth.
Of course, the fact that I am a walking, talking, functioning member of society pretty much tells me that anyway. But dude. The pain. I need to see the glass half full or I will *die*.
I did get drugs, though.
So, if I'm not around it's because my new friend Vicodin and I decided to spent the weekend in bed.
Holy FUCK I hurt! It hurts to fucking suck the liquid from the Snapple bottle. And I was almost floored when an errant piece of pizza accidentially wandered left and right under my tooth mid-bite. (Pizza, by the way, is easy and relatively soft, which means I can kind of eat it so long as it doesn't wander!)
*whimper*
