Where is it written that I can't have a good day?
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Heh. Beautiful dreamer.
Right now I'm about as far down depression-wise as I can GET. This is it, I go no further or I'll be walking in front of cars. The other tooth (the match on the other side of my jaw to the root-canal-ed tooth) is giving me fits now. I'd thought it was just reflected pain but I took a look at it, poked a bit, and it looks like it's abcessed too. No wonder my jaw hasn't stopped hurting. ARGH.
Between that and the fact that in the course of poking and prodding I poked at what I thought was a fairly small cavity and poked a gooddamned HOLE into my tooth which apparently was trying to hollow itself out while I wasn't looking. OWfuck but it hurts, and dammit, I have enough problems with my appearance already, I don't need that added to it. ARGH.
Actually, I'll say that again: ARGH.
I am more than missing my CDs (as well as the person who currently has them *wry grin*) and am about at the point where I will be dragging my mother back into town anyway so I'm trying to figure out if I should attempt some form of down-at-the-coast again or not. It'd be more than a bit tricky and I really do have shit I need to take care of here, so this week at least is a no-go.
OWWWW this hurts. Dammit. I'm going to go see if Russ has any of his alcohol left - I'm told it mixes well, and even if it doesn't, if it's strong enough I can rinse the tooth with it which'll put at least part of the pain on hold. OWOWOWOWOW.
*pads off, holding her jaw*
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