Why do I have such horrible luck with dentists? I'm not a horrible person. I don't have the best teeth but I do my best to take care of them. I waited around and waited around and waited around until I could see the dentist last night. There are only so many places you can go in Sunridge.
Finally it was my appointment. I went in, and she looked at my mouth for all of thirty seconds and said "Hmmm, likes like you "probably" bit your cheek when it was frozen." then proceeded to tell me that she could do nothing for me, and that it had to get a lot worse before it was going to get better. I asked her if there was anything she could give me as I was in horrible agony and she was like, no, not really. Gee, thanks bitch.
I was really mad. Rob came to pick me up and suggested we go to Shoppers, on the off chance that the drug lady could suggest anything for me. I describe my disgusting problem to her, and She was like "Your dentist didn't give you anything? Jeesh!" and stalked off to go get me lots of goodies, like codeine, a mouth rinse and a gel to numb it. The mouthwash hurts like hell, but not as much as the warm salt water I've been rinsing with. And it actually feels like it's healing the cut. The drugs made me loopy last night and put me in a high sleep for about two hours, but I was awake the rest of the night, so I didn't go in today. I'm glad I didn't, because I've been keeping my mouth closed, and it feels so much better. Answering phones and questions and blah blah blah all day at work kills me, it stretches out the cut that's trying so hard to heal. So hopefully it will get lots of rest and healing time today. Fingers crossed. It's been a week exactly today since it's happened. It better heal up soon.
Rob might take me to Ikea after he's done work. I might get a new bedspread. I'm such a girl sometimes.
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