Lots of Pain and a Really Big Baby

Friday night after I ate dinner, my mouth started hurting. I couldn't figure out what was triggering it. Saturday woke-up and my mouth was really starting to hurt. All I kept thinking is, "this is bullshit." I couldn't wait until Monday to call the dentist. I did end up spending the day running around like a chicken on a mission trying to get everything ready for my big scrapbook workshop on Sunday. I had a gift bags to put together, a display board I was supposed to make and waited, yep, until the very last minute to finish. Mission complete with not a minute to spare. Sunday, the big day and lots of work to do. Except my mouth wasn't cooperating. It hurt like hell, from my ear to the middle of my chin. I was absolutely miserable all day. I couldn't not go, I had too many people who were counting on me. I worked through it all taking 1200mg of Motrin every 4 hours, but it wasn't doing a damn bit of good. I kept going out to my car and sitting there crying. I don't know how I made it through the day, but I did. I got home Sunday night and popped more Motrin and a vicodin. I was out by 1930. I don't remember the last time I went to bed that early. Only problem was it wasn't helping and I was back up at 2330. I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I just layed in bed and cried from all the pain. I have a pretty strong pain tolerance, except when it comes to my mouth. Then I become a big baby. Monday morning I dragged my ass out of bed ( in excruciating in pain) and looked in the mirror. Oh shit! I looked like my kids hamsters, after they have eaten. My whole side of my face was swollen all the way down to my big fat lip. I called the dentist and made my appointment for later that morning, then I went into work. I had quiet a few stares. I won't bore you with all the details, but the dentist wanted to pull my tooth out. The 3rd one from the front. Hell no! I won't look like no hillbilly from the backwoods going into work. Yes, I argued with him and we agreed, I would go see a specialist to try and save it. (I know I can have a crown made for it, but one day waiting, is one day too long. I will not be seen with a very obvious tooth missing). Then we decide to argue over me going back to work for the day. I won that one too. He numbed up my mouth, gave me a prescription for antibiotics and back to work I went. I was miserable, but damn I have a job to do. That evening Drama Queen took over my house. She played mommy to both Lego Man and me. She made dinner for us (soup) and brought me tea. Then I started to smell something like burnt chocolate chip cookies. She wanted to make us desert, but was watching tv and forgot about them. I looked in my kitchen and damn if a it didn't look like a bomb went off in there. I just walked back up to my room and left it for another day. (Note to self......teach Drama Queen to clean up after cooking). I popped a couple more Vicodin and became very loopy. I tried to type on my blog, but the monitor wouldn't sit straight. I wrote a letter to Sniper (God I hope there isn't something in there I will later regret) and then decided it was lights out for me. Yesterday morning my face was still swollen. Now that I was feeling a little bit better, I became the butt of some jokes. I looked like I had the shit beat out of me. It was bad. I did laugh everytime I looked in the mirror. I am just glad to be back to the land of the living, semi pain free. dyzgoneby My cell phones days are numbered to 359