For the past week, give or take a day or two. I have felt nothing but pain. Greg and I went out to get a sandwich. I can’t eat without knowing I have a dental pick close by. Because I can’t stand when food gets in between these two specific teeth on my upper left side. As it happens to me every time I eat. No mater what it is I’m eating. After I finished the first 6 inches of this wonderfully, delicious Italian B.M.T. 12 inch sub sandwich, food got in between these two specific teeth. I grabbed the dental pick I keep next to me, and proceeded to floss the food out.
Only I flossed something out that wasn’t meant to be flossed out. Whether it was a peice of tooth, or a filling? I’m not sure. All I know is …
The pain was instant!
No warning! Not even a gradual intensity or a biuld up. To cause me this amount of pain, and on the level it started with. You guys when I tell you that it was instant. It was just that, and only that.
I’ve had a toothache before. But not of this magnitude. I’d rather give birth to another child then to feel this fucking shit. I can’t ever remember dealing with mouth pain as severe as this. The outside of my entire left cheek, all the way up to my eyeball. One of these mugs has a long ass root attached to them. Long enough that it’s more than likey gonna leave me a black-eye after it’s pulled.
I was in so much pain that the only thing I could do where I know I wouldn’t feel it, was to take my sleeping meds during the day. Thank God for those too man, because I’d not get sleep at night time either if it weren’t for having them.
What sucks the most is that I asked off for the last two days because it was husband’s 60th birthday. We were gonna celebrate it and I was gonna go shopping for him. Then I planned on having like a date night and then to settle in an watch scary movies.
NONE OF THAT HAPPENED!!!
When I say I felt like the biggest peice of shit that a wife could possibly feel. That’s exactly what I mean. I have so much making up to do to him it’s not funny. He was very understanding though. In fact he’s the one that told me to get the rest in that I put in. I wouldn’t of even been able to do that if it weren’t for the glorious Seroquel.
Right now I’m on break at work. Sittin outside smoking a cigarette. I’m calling in tomorrow. No if’s, and’s, or but’s, about it. I’ve got to find a dentist to get these mother truckers out of my mouth. Then once that’s done I’ll finally be pain free.