EVERYTHING HURTS

Did I mention that I didn't like dentists?

I did, didn't I?

It was confirmed again today.

My appointment was for 2:30 and I arrived at 2:15 to check in. The room was buzzing because a woman from Chicago also lost a filling and she was in pain. 

Really? 

Imagine that.

We started off with x-rays and it progressed from there. She inserted the dreaded instruments of torture and started in on me again.

I WAS THERE FOR 3 HOURS.

Excuse me, I was there for 3 hours and 15 minutes. By the time I crawled out of the office I could barely close my mouth. All I wanted to do is get home. I can't even tell you how bad it was but she had to do the Novocaine thing twice.  After one session I went for an x-ray ( two of four) and at that point I still wasn't too bad, then I sat back down in the chair.

YOWZA.

It seemed that the Novocaine had worn off and when she put the instrument up in the canal, I could feel it. 

I could really, really feel it.

And it hurt.

My face felt like it was on fire.

So I was back in needle city for the second round. Needless to say, I was calling her every name I could think of by the time this was over. Calling her every name in my mind, of course.  When I got up to leave she casually mentioned that I should begin taking pain medication before the numbness wore off. 

I got the message loud and clear. 

So tonight my best friends have been my pain medication and ice packs. 

We be buds.