Root Canal: An adventure in idiocy

9am: Pain killer has worn off. Am biting inside of cheek to distract self...isn't working very well.

9.30am: Surgeon is late, pain TERRIBLE...magazine slightly intresting. Should have eaten before leaving house.

10.30am: WTF?! Apparently Dr. Jackass (dentist) just scheduled a consultation of me, NOT a root canal! Burst into tears upon hearing this. Surgeon numbed me up as I tried to strop crying. all I can picture is another week of this pain. Surgeon said he'd try to fit me in around patients. Got numbed up while tears streamed down my cheeks. Was probably a very pathetic sight. Am ashamed. As soon as numbing was done I burst into tears again and all but ran to find Mere, between numbering and tears she could barley understand me. I'm starting to sound like Anne Hathaway on drugs (not as bad as the kid from Rat Race since it's only one side of my mouth). I also need to keep track of my tounge better, I keep biting it. it feels like it swelled five times it's normal size...and my fucking tooth STILL hurts. Wish my computer was here...or my Game Boy. Am so bored...new magazine time.

10.50 am: Note to self: Look up how novicane works...and stop poking face no matter how amusing.

11am: SOOO hungry...slowly...waiting way...and Mummy won't let me eat. Bitch.

11.15am: I HATE MY MUMMY! There's already two patients back there, meaning I'm not going back any time soon and she won't let me out for five fucking minutes to have a fucking ciggerette. I'm so stressed out. I need a fucking fag[1] and food. Not that she'll let me have that either. God I hate her sometimes.

Noon: Got called back. He put a needle IN MY FUCKING GUM! That hurts, you arse! And he wonders why I'm screaming in pain. Amy was right, it was like medevil torture even though I couldn't feel anything. He's just got these things that make noice and sharp pointy things and even though you can't feel it, you keep thinking you will and tense up and god does my jaw hurt. I have little mouth. Only hookers can hold their jaw open this wide for a long period of time. And even though he numbed the entire side of my face, AND stuck a needle in my gum with more numbing stuff...WHY does it still hurt if he hits the right area?!

1-2ish pm: Home. Tired, numb. I've bitten my tounge any number of times on the ride home...why do people make you talk when you're numbed up and can't control your tounge? I swear my tounge is trying to escape my mouth it's so tired of this shit. I want my Ibproffin, my sleeping pills and my bed.

4pm. OW! OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW! When did slight pain become stabbing mouth pain so bad you just want to rip the effect tooth out and be done with it?! Took two 800mg ibproffins. They said one shoul get rid of pain but I want to be sure.

5pm: OW!!! Ibproffin didn't work. WTF is wrong with my mouth?! I thought the pain was supposed to be better?! I still can't eat because it hurts to put any pressure on that tooth. Why? Why didn't it get better?! Snuck two codine like pain relievers since Mere's not here to tell me no. I think something's wrong but I'll give it a few days and see if it goes away, could just be my hypersensitvity to pain...please Goddess, dont' do this to me...wasn't a week of eight rated pain[2] enough?! *cries*

6.18pm: Pain is lessening. Most of the pain now is from my jaw hinge from holding my mouth open that long. How the hell do hookers do it man? I also have an ear infection so I've got some pain from that, but not too bad. I hope this mouth pain (not the jaw, the tooth) goes away and I don't have to get something else done. I need to write a letter to the surgeon and his staff. I wasn't the best patient what with the crying and the stressing and they were incredibly nice to fit me in and try to take care of me. I would get them a gift but no money. Hopefully a nice letter of thanks will be enough. Is that bad etiquette? Should I get them something? I don't know...advice is good.

Notes:

[1]--Fag is slang for ciggerette. No insult meant to homosexuals, especially since I am one. I use this word more then ciggerette in my private conversations and it fit there. *laughs* You should see me when I'm talking to one of my male friends whose homosexual and I mention I need a fag. We always have a laugh over that.

[2]--Refers to the pain scale used by medical professionals. 1= no pain, no medication needed. 10= passed out, extensive IV pain medication needed. Eight is crying, extream pain, strong pain killers needed.

Root Canal: An adventure in idiocy

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9am: Pain killer has worn off. Am biting inside of cheek to distract self…isn’t working very well.

9.30am: Surgeon is late, pain TERRIBLE…magazine slightly intresting. Should have eaten before leaving house.

10.30am: WTF?! Apparently Dr. Jackass (dentist) just scheduled a consultation of me, NOT a root canal! Burst into tears upon hearing this. Surgeon numbed me up as I tried to strop crying. all I can picture is another week of this pain. Surgeon said he’d try to fit me in around patients. Got numbed up while tears streamed down my cheeks. Was probably a very pathetic sight. Am ashamed. As soon as numbing was done I burst into tears again and all but ran to find Mere, between numbering and tears she could barley understand me. I’m starting to sound like Anne Hathaway on drugs (not as bad as the kid from Rat Race since it’s only one side of my mouth). I also need to keep track of my tounge better, I keep biting it. it feels like it swelled five times it’s normal size…and my fucking tooth STILL hurts. Wish my computer was here…or my Game Boy. Am so bored…new magazine time.

10.50 am: Note to self: Look up how novicane works…and stop poking face no matter how amusing.

11am: SOOO hungry…slowly…waiting way…and Mummy won’t let me eat. Bitch.

11.15am: I HATE MY MUMMY! There’s already two patients back there, meaning I’m not going back any time soon and she won’t let me out for five fucking minutes to have a fucking ciggerette. I’m so stressed out. I need a fucking fag[1] and food. Not that she’ll let me have that either. God I hate her sometimes.

Noon: Got called back. He put a needle IN MY FUCKING GUM! That hurts, you arse! And he wonders why I’m screaming in pain. Amy was right, it was like medevil torture even though I couldn’t feel anything. He’s just got these things that make noice and sharp pointy things and even though you can’t feel it, you keep thinking you will and tense up and god does my jaw hurt. I have little mouth. Only hookers can hold their jaw open this wide for a long period of time. And even though he numbed the entire side of my face, AND stuck a needle in my gum with more numbing stuff…WHY does it still hurt if he hits the right area?!

1-2ish pm: Home. Tired, numb. I’ve bitten my tounge any number of times on the ride home…why do people make you talk when you’re numbed up and can’t control your tounge? I swear my tounge is trying to escape my mouth it’s so tired of this shit. I want my Ibproffin, my sleeping pills and my bed.

4pm. OW! OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW! When did slight pain become stabbing mouth pain so bad you just want to rip the effect tooth out and be done with it?! Took two 800mg ibproffins. They said one shoul get rid of pain but I want to be sure.

5pm: OW!!! Ibproffin didn’t work. WTF is wrong with my mouth?! I thought the pain was supposed to be better?! I still can’t eat because it hurts to put any pressure on that tooth. Why? Why didn’t it get better?! Snuck two codine like pain relievers since Mere’s not here to tell me no. I think something’s wrong but I’ll give it a few days and see if it goes away, could just be my hypersensitvity to pain…please Goddess, dont’ do this to me…wasn’t a week of eight rated pain[2] enough?! *cries*

6.18pm: Pain is lessening. Most of the pain now is from my jaw hinge from holding my mouth open that long. How the hell do hookers do it man? I also have an ear infection so I’ve got some pain from that, but not too bad. I hope this mouth pain (not the jaw, the tooth) goes away and I don’t have to get something else done. I need to write a letter to the surgeon and his staff. I wasn’t the best patient what with the crying and the stressing and they were incredibly nice to fit me in and try to take care of me. I would get them a gift but no money. Hopefully a nice letter of thanks will be enough. Is that bad etiquette? Should I get them something? I don’t know…advice is good.

Notes:

[1]–Fag is slang for ciggerette. No insult meant to homosexuals, especially since I am one. I use this word more then ciggerette in my private conversations and it fit there. *laughs* You should see me when I’m talking to one of my male friends whose homosexual and I mention I need a fag. We always have a laugh over that.

[2]–Refers to the pain scale used by medical professionals. 1= no pain, no medication needed. 10= passed out, extensive IV pain medication needed. Eight is crying, extream pain, strong pain killers needed.