Are you my best friend???
I wonder if people ever committed suicide while having a tooth ache?? Or if anyone went insane??? Because that's how I feel at this point. I been having a terrible tooth ache for the past 4 days now. Each day the pain gets intense. I went to the dentist last Monday in hopes to get either my freaking tooth pulled out or to get some mean heavy doses of medication. To my dismay I didn't get either. All I received from the dentist that Monday was "the least he could do", unless that's what he told me when he handed me the subscription(I think that's what its called but does it really matter at this point?)
I went to Walmart to pick up the medicine and went home with so much optimism. I took the medication and waited on the couch so the medicine could kick in. An hour passed and I still felt my tooth throbbing. The pain wasn't bad though, actually it felt like I was teething more then anything. I decided not to wait any longer and went for a walk. 3 hours have passed now and I STILL felt the pain in my mouth. The pain was getting worse since it was becoming difficult for me to even talk. When I returned that evening I took the medication again and flatlined on my bed at 8 pm.
I woke up with a real nasty throbbing tooth ache at 3:30 a.m the next day. I decided to take MORE medicine and waited in the couch for the medicine to kick in. This time it took half an hour before I began to get drowsy. Later the morning, I woke up AGAIN at 7:15 a.m. Yeah, my tooth is pretty good at keeping time, it wakes me up every freaking 4 hours so I can take more freaking Tylenol. Yeah, that's all my tooth wants, Tylenol, because its not even interested in the penicillin. Anyway, me waking up ever 4 hours lasted until 1pm that afternoon. I would of continued with the charade but it was interrupted with Liz's Early B-day celebration. The day wasn't bad though, I managed to sneak in one decent meal and I did sleep more Monday night then I did last night.
This night I had roughly 3 hours of sleep. Also, the medication it taking longer to kick in. I think by day 2 I shouldn't be dependent on the freaking medicine anymore. This stupid tooth ache has been bugging me the whole freaking day. I feel hungry, tired and sleepy. I feel like I'm loosing it somehow. Phoenix destroyed one of my favorite socks earlier today. I smacked her with a newspaper and then I broke down into tears. If I had more then 3 hours of sleep I wouldn't have cried for a lousy pair of socks. The clocks ticking wouldn't make me so irritable either. That's why I'll be giving my dentist another call and demand him to do something my formidable tooth. What pissed me most about this is that he probably thought I was bitching about something minor and therefore (he) gave me some pussy medicine. My gosh that pisses me right off.
With medicine bottle in hand I'm gonna wait 3 additional hours. I'm gonna wait for the pain to return and for the dentist's office to open. Life couldn't get any crazier then it already is. Then again it could.....
I went to Walmart to pick up the medicine and went home with so much optimism. I took the medication and waited on the couch so the medicine could kick in. An hour passed and I still felt my tooth throbbing. The pain wasn't bad though, actually it felt like I was teething more then anything. I decided not to wait any longer and went for a walk. 3 hours have passed now and I STILL felt the pain in my mouth. The pain was getting worse since it was becoming difficult for me to even talk. When I returned that evening I took the medication again and flatlined on my bed at 8 pm.
I woke up with a real nasty throbbing tooth ache at 3:30 a.m the next day. I decided to take MORE medicine and waited in the couch for the medicine to kick in. This time it took half an hour before I began to get drowsy. Later the morning, I woke up AGAIN at 7:15 a.m. Yeah, my tooth is pretty good at keeping time, it wakes me up every freaking 4 hours so I can take more freaking Tylenol. Yeah, that's all my tooth wants, Tylenol, because its not even interested in the penicillin. Anyway, me waking up ever 4 hours lasted until 1pm that afternoon. I would of continued with the charade but it was interrupted with Liz's Early B-day celebration. The day wasn't bad though, I managed to sneak in one decent meal and I did sleep more Monday night then I did last night.
This night I had roughly 3 hours of sleep. Also, the medication it taking longer to kick in. I think by day 2 I shouldn't be dependent on the freaking medicine anymore. This stupid tooth ache has been bugging me the whole freaking day. I feel hungry, tired and sleepy. I feel like I'm loosing it somehow. Phoenix destroyed one of my favorite socks earlier today. I smacked her with a newspaper and then I broke down into tears. If I had more then 3 hours of sleep I wouldn't have cried for a lousy pair of socks. The clocks ticking wouldn't make me so irritable either. That's why I'll be giving my dentist another call and demand him to do something my formidable tooth. What pissed me most about this is that he probably thought I was bitching about something minor and therefore (he) gave me some pussy medicine. My gosh that pisses me right off.
With medicine bottle in hand I'm gonna wait 3 additional hours. I'm gonna wait for the pain to return and for the dentist's office to open. Life couldn't get any crazier then it already is. Then again it could.....