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September 24, 2004 - Friday

 Ow

Ow.

Also: Ow.

And lest we forget: Motherfucking OW!

When I returned from a day of scuba diving yesterday (yes, it was great, thanks for asking), I noticed that a long-time problem tooth was acting a little twitchy. I had a root canal done on it recently and it’s been a little sensitive every since. So having it hurt after chomping down on a regulator mouthpiece all day seemed sort of understandable … if you can get to a state of mind where you can accept that chronic tooth pain is acceptable. I took two Advil and went to bed.

Waking up this morning, it was still twitchy. Even more so, actually. But since I grind my teeth at night I figured having it hurt after chomping down on nothing all night long seemed sort of understandable … if you can get to a state of mind blah blah blah. So I took three Advil and carried on.

Tonight, Zoe wanted to go out for barbeque for dinner. I considered it and realized that all that chewing was gonna friggin’ hurt and that my tooth wasn’t up to it and I had to say no. We had Chinese instead. With soft, chewable noodles and rice.

At that point I was forced to admit to myself that maybe, just maybe, I have a dental problem that requires a dentist’s attention. So I calculated when I can most reasonably get in to see my dentist. The weekend is right out, obviously, and I have to be in the office Monday through Thursday, so I figured I’d do it next Friday. I asked myself: Will my tooth wait seven days for me? Sure it will. And I took four Advil and went to watch TV.

Now it’s about four hours later and I’m about to go take a handful of Advil. I can feel a little bump forming way up at the top of my gumline on the root of the tooth and I know from past experience that it’s an abscess. And it hurts. A lot. And it’s going to hurt more.

So now I’m asking myself: Will my tooth wait until Monday for me so I can try to get an appointment with my dentist after work? And I think it’s a stupid question. The better question is: Will my tooth wait until morning for me to try to get an emergency appointment tomorrow?

But the real question is: Where’s the damned Vicodin that was left over after I had the stupid root canal done that I’m going to have to have re-done?


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4 responses to “Ow”

  1. Carol says:

    I have no Vicodin, but here’s some Xanax that a friend gave me during a particularly stressful time some years ago that I’ve never taken. Think that’ll help? I mean, it may not relieve the pain, but I don’t think you’ll care all that much.

  2. Chuck says:

    I’ll take it. I don’t need it because I found the Vicodon but, hell, it’s friggin Xanax, so I’ll take it. When can I come over?

  3. Carol says:

    I’ll be home all day tomorrow, cleaning my disaster of an apartment – come on by!

  4. Jim says:

    Having put my Dentist’s kids through college, “I feel your pain.”

    If it gets bad, take a mouthful of the harshest alcohol (preferrably whiskey) in your house, and slosh it around that tooth for a bit. It’ll be numb for awhile. After enough applications, you will too.

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