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Today was *so* not my day.
Let's begin at the beginning. I have a rather large cavity in need of root-canaling. This is an expensive procedure. Until recently, there wasn't money for it.
Cue Saturday night's nerve-pulsing pain flare-up. Throw ineffectual pain killers at it. Wonder if it's possible to die from the entire side of your face hurting. Realize it's not. Curse. A lot. Remember that ice water is useful (OMFG so very useful). Abuse it. Wear self out, and sleep about eight hours (yay).
So, Sunday night falls, and the same remedy is required (plus, actual comment has been made about procuring a dentist).
Wear self out. Collapse about 12:30.
Wake up at 3:37 a.m.
Take ineffectual pain medication.
Take a different kind.
Wait.
Wait some more.
Realize at 5:04 that there's no point in trying to sleep another hour (not that you would) and that your back teeth are floating in an effort not to be in pain.
There follows an interminable time when your brain is barely functioning, and your frustration has mounted. There may have been snarky commentary here and there.
Get dressed for work. Note the cold, and add another layer.
Wonder if sucking on snow would produce the same effect.
Don't try this idea out on your way to the car (the first trip, and yes it is cold, but, GOD, the garbage is now out).
On the next trip, be sure to miss a step, fall on your back down the last half of the stairs and end up on the floor, wondering why the fuck you got out of bed that morning. Oh,yeah. Because your tooth fucking hurt. Seriously consider calling into work.
Go to work.
Spend several frustrating hours trying not to fall asleep, staring at stupid spreadsheets and wishing you'd called in. Also, call dentist and make appointment for that afternoon (drugs are good).
Take off from work and go to dentist. Forget own home phone number. Have dentist be disapproving, although kinda nice about the fact that you have a big fucking hole in your tooth. Also have him inform you that it's abcessed. Yay. Take prescription for drugs, although he is miserly and DOES NOT give you painkillers.
Find out it will take two hours to fill prescription.
(Has the continued water-drinking been mentioned? Your back teeth keep threatening to float off, you know)
Decide to pick up on way home from work.
Return to drudgery for several hours.
Realize, five minutes before leaving that you have successfully mis-managed your time and will be late picking your roommate up from work. Also note that it is less than 7 degrees outside. Curse. Then call roommate. Forget to tell her just to catch a ride/take the bus.
Pick up prescription. But when preparing to do so, sit in drive-thru for two minutes before parking, and leave your wallet in the car. Go back for your wallet. Waste ten minutes waiting in line because stupid people are in front of you. Waste another 15 seconds as the nice pharmacist tries to tell you what you already know about taking antibiotics.
Finally get to roommate, who is now an icicle. Apologize as you turn up the heat in the car.
Get home.
Realize you still have to cook dinner.
ps. note that you have a massively ugly bruise on your ass, you can't quite turn your head right and your back hurts in three places.
Cue Saturday night's nerve-pulsing pain flare-up. Throw ineffectual pain killers at it. Wonder if it's possible to die from the entire side of your face hurting. Realize it's not. Curse. A lot. Remember that ice water is useful (OMFG so very useful). Abuse it. Wear self out, and sleep about eight hours (yay).
So, Sunday night falls, and the same remedy is required (plus, actual comment has been made about procuring a dentist).
Wear self out. Collapse about 12:30.
Wake up at 3:37 a.m.
Take ineffectual pain medication.
Take a different kind.
Wait.
Wait some more.
Realize at 5:04 that there's no point in trying to sleep another hour (not that you would) and that your back teeth are floating in an effort not to be in pain.
There follows an interminable time when your brain is barely functioning, and your frustration has mounted. There may have been snarky commentary here and there.
Get dressed for work. Note the cold, and add another layer.
Wonder if sucking on snow would produce the same effect.
Don't try this idea out on your way to the car (the first trip, and yes it is cold, but, GOD, the garbage is now out).
On the next trip, be sure to miss a step, fall on your back down the last half of the stairs and end up on the floor, wondering why the fuck you got out of bed that morning. Oh,yeah. Because your tooth fucking hurt. Seriously consider calling into work.
Go to work.
Spend several frustrating hours trying not to fall asleep, staring at stupid spreadsheets and wishing you'd called in. Also, call dentist and make appointment for that afternoon (drugs are good).
Take off from work and go to dentist. Forget own home phone number. Have dentist be disapproving, although kinda nice about the fact that you have a big fucking hole in your tooth. Also have him inform you that it's abcessed. Yay. Take prescription for drugs, although he is miserly and DOES NOT give you painkillers.
Find out it will take two hours to fill prescription.
(Has the continued water-drinking been mentioned? Your back teeth keep threatening to float off, you know)
Decide to pick up on way home from work.
Return to drudgery for several hours.
Realize, five minutes before leaving that you have successfully mis-managed your time and will be late picking your roommate up from work. Also note that it is less than 7 degrees outside. Curse. Then call roommate. Forget to tell her just to catch a ride/take the bus.
Pick up prescription. But when preparing to do so, sit in drive-thru for two minutes before parking, and leave your wallet in the car. Go back for your wallet. Waste ten minutes waiting in line because stupid people are in front of you. Waste another 15 seconds as the nice pharmacist tries to tell you what you already know about taking antibiotics.
Finally get to roommate, who is now an icicle. Apologize as you turn up the heat in the car.
Get home.
Realize you still have to cook dinner.
ps. note that you have a massively ugly bruise on your ass, you can't quite turn your head right and your back hurts in three places.
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Gina