zoomusikgrl

one of my remaining 2 wisdom teeth has been infected for about a week now. yesterday i tried calling the dentist to get a prescription for antibiotics, but they wanted me to come in and have it looked at. so i brave mass transit in this crazy fucking monsoon for an hour and a half to get there. they look at it, say that it needs to come out, and bring me down to oral surgery. i start freaking out, thinking that i was about to be put under with no one to come get me and stomach empty except for a cup of coffee. (to which the dr. says, "oh, just take a cab home." back to jersey??? seriously?)

but when i meet with someone in oral surgery, you know what he does?
rather than sitting me down in a chair and looking at my chart and at my tooth, he schedules a consultation for next thursday! not even an appointment for surgery, a fucking consultation. like hello, did i not just take a half day at work? i'm here now. do a consultation now. look in my mouth you stupid piece of shit!

and then when i told the fucker that i've been popping 8 ibuprofen a day and i'm still in horrible pain, he tells me to take aleve instead.
i ask for antibiotics. he says they don't give them out.
he hands me my appointment card, smiles, and walks away.

i then got back on the bus, close to tears from all the pain and frustration. and it's pouring and windy and i'm in a tank top and skirt cause it's fucking august.
i don't know if i even want to go back next week. i don't want to be put under and have to throw up afterwards. i don't want to be awake for it and hear the awful crunchy noise. and i certainly don't want to have a tooth pulled the day before diner of teh month! but i am in a lot of pain.

not to mention that for all the drugs i have access to, painkillers is not on the list.