Fucking OW!
Scribing at 12:01 a.m. on 2005-11-14
Ow.
At some point Friday, one of my teeth decided to break .. right at the gumline.
It didn't particularly hurt too badly, because the dentist had done a partial root canal on it earlier; so I figured hanging in there like a trooper (or like an extremely stupid person) till Monday when my oral surgeon would be around wouldn't be a problem. And until this morning, that was pretty much the case.
However.
Now.
OW. Farking OW.
Tylenol doesn't touch it. I even went out and bought a packet of the medicated toothache swabs that swear on the package to give 'immediate toothache pain relief' .. and which did, initially, take the cruel stabbing edge off the pain doesn't impress it worth a damn now. The entire side of my face, from lower jaw to eyeball, is brutal, unspeakable pain. It even is doing that thing where it feels like I have the mother of all beeyatch's ear infection. Like an ice pick is rooting around in the side of my face, looking for a place to call home.
I tried going to bed earlier, hoping that if I could merely lose conciousness for a couple of hours that tomorrow would come sooner, or at least seem to.
I finally gave up, since the wife unit has to work ridiculously early in the morning and I felt guilty as hell for the tossing, turning, and intermittent piteous moaning that was undoubtedly keeping her at least semi-awake.
I already called the oral surgeon's office and left a message threatening that people were going to start dying unless someone pulled this hellish thing out of my jaw forthwith.
I cannot express precisely how miserable I am.
It is now midnight, and I'm sitting at the kitchen table mentally urging on the additional 4 tylenol I have taken.
Ow.
OW.
