*gets out of bed*
*stares blearily at the world* Ow.
I hate my sinuses.
You know, it almost made me laugh when my dentist was telling me I could take one ibuprofen every two hours, two every four, three every six and four every eight. Because I usually do three every four. I know. My liver and I aren't going to get along, one of these days.
My tooth and thingie are doing fine, btw.
*leans forward* Huh. I think the ibuprofen kicked in.
I hate my sinuses.
You know, it almost made me laugh when my dentist was telling me I could take one ibuprofen every two hours, two every four, three every six and four every eight. Because I usually do three every four. I know. My liver and I aren't going to get along, one of these days.
My tooth and thingie are doing fine, btw.
*leans forward* Huh. I think the ibuprofen kicked in.

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I feel your tooth pain, hon. I had Mysterious Tooth Pain all last week (and some of this week) to the point that I had to see an entodontist, who took a frillion x-rays, looked at them, and said that nothing was wrong with my teeth and that my pain was probably grinding at night coupled with stress and grief. So I'm grateful that I don't need oral surgery, but not grateful that they can't pinpoint the problem.
It absolutely sucks.
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Ugh. Silly dentists! Although I know you can get a bite cover thingie so you don't grind them--my mother has one, at least.
And unfortunately, there's not much they can do other than give you drugs. Which might not help the issue.
eta: which all sucks a great deal, argh.
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I would have called you and Andy, but (of course) I have neither of your numbers memorized, and again, cell phone-less. Will be home later tonight though. Safe and not dead. Cheers!
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(I was just sitting down to see if I had your parents' number to call and ascertain if they had news of you)
Er, and this explains why Andy couldn't get through to you.