I was at the point of pulling all my hair out last night and pacing the floor, moaning at the top of lungs when hubby said, "Call the pharmacy and beg for narcotics." So I did. They gave me Tylenol with codeine. I've never taken them before, and boy oh boy did I get stoned! Had to get up at 2am for another dose, but at least I was able to sleep some last night. Coming down off them this morning was not pleasant...had the shakes and everything. (Two extra-strenth Tylenol can put me out for an hour if I get the chance to lie down, barring any dental pain.)
So at 6am I call my boss (who is already at work
) and tell him I'm in rough shape, I'm going to camp out at the dentist's office until he sees me, and my hubby has to drive me because I'm all strung out on codeine. Boss man was not impressed because hubby and I work together, so the boss was out two people in his department. Oh well...I flat out told him that I was in pain and my health is more important to me than anything that could happen at work today. He was even more unimpressed, as was I.
Got to the dentist by 8am and MY dentist was there!!!
He upped my antibiotics. I'm now on Amoxicillan, 2000mg a day, which is double what the other guy had me on. I have to go back on Saturday morning so he can look at it again to make sure it's healing and have a cleaning while I'm there (Punkin, go get it DONE! Don't end up like this!
), then on Monday night at 6pm.....
the dreaded root canal . As terrified as I am and even knowing I'll have a full-blown panic attack in the parking lot that night, I'm going, and I'm having those roots yanked out! Enough of this. If I'd done it when he wanted to I wouldn't be in such pain now. Okay, so I tried to get him to pull it today and he told me I'm only 33 and too young to start losing my teeth when there's a chance it can be saved.
I'm still in agony, but at least now I have narcotics.
Punkin, hope you're feeling better.
Squeaker, glad you saw the boy and feel a little more secure. Really sucks that he's leaving for three months, though.
Mauvais, it's hard dealing with the sorrow, but the memories are worth it, aren't they? Bittersweet is such a good description.
Hope everyone else is hanging in there. I'm going to suck tea through a straw in the hope that the heat won't hit my chipmunk cheek.