Owwwwwwch!! My mouth is one big, pulsating ouchie.
Genetics has cursed me with two things, an ass that remembers every fruit pie that I've ever eaten, and teeth that are apparently hollow. This isn't my first or worst bout of tooth-related agony, but it is the first time that I've had two of the enamel bastards giving me grief at the same time.
Making this even better is the fact that both of the offending teeth are wisdom teeth (with roots that probably reach to just below my hair line), so I get to go to an oral surgeon ("oral surgeon," by the way, is Latin for "That'll be an extra $800) instead of my regular dentist. It seems that at some point in the last twenty years, family dentists have lost the ability to pull teeth, especially teeth of the wise variety.
*sigh* Thank the maker for credit cards.
Wish me luck, folks, because I have another three days to wait before going to get these cruel little bastards cut out of my jaw; and since I am allergic to all forms of codeine, I can't be prescribed any of the GOOD pain killers. the strongest pain killer I ever get prescribed is 800 mg Motrin, and that, my friends, is like throwing a bucket of ice onto a forest fire. I have for the last five days subsisted on mostly water and Orajel.
That's all for now. I think I'll go stab myself in the foot to take my mind off of my jaw.
Later,
A!
Genetics has cursed me with two things, an ass that remembers every fruit pie that I've ever eaten, and teeth that are apparently hollow. This isn't my first or worst bout of tooth-related agony, but it is the first time that I've had two of the enamel bastards giving me grief at the same time.
Making this even better is the fact that both of the offending teeth are wisdom teeth (with roots that probably reach to just below my hair line), so I get to go to an oral surgeon ("oral surgeon," by the way, is Latin for "That'll be an extra $800) instead of my regular dentist. It seems that at some point in the last twenty years, family dentists have lost the ability to pull teeth, especially teeth of the wise variety.
*sigh* Thank the maker for credit cards.
Wish me luck, folks, because I have another three days to wait before going to get these cruel little bastards cut out of my jaw; and since I am allergic to all forms of codeine, I can't be prescribed any of the GOOD pain killers. the strongest pain killer I ever get prescribed is 800 mg Motrin, and that, my friends, is like throwing a bucket of ice onto a forest fire. I have for the last five days subsisted on mostly water and Orajel.
That's all for now. I think I'll go stab myself in the foot to take my mind off of my jaw.
Later,
A!