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AHHHHHHHHHHH I WENT TO THE DENTIST AGAIN BECAUSE THE PAIN ON MY LOWER RIGHT SIDE HAS NOT GONE AWAY AND GUESS WHAT I HAVE A DRY SOCKETTTT
NOOOOO MY MEDICAL LUCK STRIKES AGAAAAAIIIIINNNNN
SERIOUSLY THE PAIN HAS MADE ME SO DELIRIOUS I AM EVEN HIGHER THAN I AM ON VICODIN
THANKS BODY FOR RELEASING TOO MANY ENDORPHINS FOR ME TO HANDLE
I CAN'T EVEN PROPERLY STRUCTURE A SENTENCE OR TURN OFF CAPSLOCK I AM SO HIGH
But seriously, this is some serious shit. I am already so behind on my damn school work and now I have three to five more days of epic pain and pain killers ahead. I wish I could've waited til Christmas to have the surgery, but then I would've missed even MORE school due to the epic headaches my wisdom teeth were causing me triweekly.
Funny story though.
I went to dinner with a group of friends on Sunday. We had some pho and it was byob. We brought wine. I literally had... oh, three sips? And I was drunk. Like suddenly the room shifted three inches to the left when I tilted my head drunk. I guess that's what having holes in your jaw will do!!!
Another funny story. This dry socket pain, once the vicodin wears off and it's too early to take more... makes me basically like a five year old child. I had this exchange with Ilya yesterday at two in the morning after I napped through when my bihourly vicodin alarm.
Me delirious with dry-socket pain: "Why didn't I set up an alarm to take my Vicodin? Why don't you eat a dick! A bag of dicks! Fresh ones! You can get them at Arthur's in the polstery section!"
Ilya: "Polstery? Combination of poultry and upholstery? Chicken skin-covered couches?"
Me: "Yes! That! Now fuck off."
Vicodin does give me an innate love for humanity though, which is warm and fuzzy considering the depressing news I've been reading this week.
Okay I'm signing off on this mess of an entry. Good day and good luck.
P.S. Take my advice, don't be a woman with high estrogen levels and get your wisdom teeth out while you're on bc. It raises your risk for dry socket... and this is some ol' buuuuullshee-it.
NOOOOO MY MEDICAL LUCK STRIKES AGAAAAAIIIIINNNNN
SERIOUSLY THE PAIN HAS MADE ME SO DELIRIOUS I AM EVEN HIGHER THAN I AM ON VICODIN
THANKS BODY FOR RELEASING TOO MANY ENDORPHINS FOR ME TO HANDLE
I CAN'T EVEN PROPERLY STRUCTURE A SENTENCE OR TURN OFF CAPSLOCK I AM SO HIGH
But seriously, this is some serious shit. I am already so behind on my damn school work and now I have three to five more days of epic pain and pain killers ahead. I wish I could've waited til Christmas to have the surgery, but then I would've missed even MORE school due to the epic headaches my wisdom teeth were causing me triweekly.
Funny story though.
I went to dinner with a group of friends on Sunday. We had some pho and it was byob. We brought wine. I literally had... oh, three sips? And I was drunk. Like suddenly the room shifted three inches to the left when I tilted my head drunk. I guess that's what having holes in your jaw will do!!!
Another funny story. This dry socket pain, once the vicodin wears off and it's too early to take more... makes me basically like a five year old child. I had this exchange with Ilya yesterday at two in the morning after I napped through when my bihourly vicodin alarm.
Me delirious with dry-socket pain: "Why didn't I set up an alarm to take my Vicodin? Why don't you eat a dick! A bag of dicks! Fresh ones! You can get them at Arthur's in the polstery section!"
Ilya: "Polstery? Combination of poultry and upholstery? Chicken skin-covered couches?"
Me: "Yes! That! Now fuck off."
Vicodin does give me an innate love for humanity though, which is warm and fuzzy considering the depressing news I've been reading this week.
Okay I'm signing off on this mess of an entry. Good day and good luck.
P.S. Take my advice, don't be a woman with high estrogen levels and get your wisdom teeth out while you're on bc. It raises your risk for dry socket... and this is some ol' buuuuullshee-it.