Last night I was laying in bed, tinkering around on the computer, then BAM! All of sudden I felt a terrible pain surge through the whole left side of my face. If I had been unconscious, I would have been convinced that someone snuck into my room and sucker punched me square in the jaw.
At this point, I'm pretty sure that one of my wisdom teeth has shifted. At the time the invisible blow to my face occurred, I was still waiting for James to get home, I hadn't eaten anything (even though there's a huge bowl of Halloween candy on the table right now) and I certainly didn't mysteriously fall off the bed and smack my face into the dresser without noticing.
Normally, I'm an anti medicine kind of gal. You practically have to pin me to the floor, sit on top of me, and force feed it down my throat to get me to take it. Medicine either makes me zonk out like a coma patient or it wires me out like I just snorted an 8 ball of coke. Seriously folks, hand me a couple Sudafed and a sponge and I can go for hours...
It took all of 10 minutes feeling that excruciating pain before I dug into our secret stash of pain pills left over from James' shoulder surgery back in May. No one had to force me to do it, I just straight up swallowed that sucker down like it was a piece of candy. When it didn't provide instantaneous relief (I think they should make instant dissolve hydrocodone, don't you?) I hopped in the shower hoping to distract myself while it took it's sweet ass time dispersing into my system. The warm water helped a little, but a hot shower only goes so far.
Mid-shower, James got home, popped his head in and said hi. Thinking that I might be okay to venture out, that maybe it was starting to kick in, I shut off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked out of the bathroom. Instead of "how was your day?" I got:
"Baby, why is your face swollen?"
That obvious huh?
I calmly explained through gritted teeth how I wanted to fetch the pliers out of the tool box and yank out my own teeth. Or that I'd rather being having contractions, because at least when I was in labor I never had thoughts of ramming my head into a wall to just make it stop.
"Um, sorry..."
Thank you hunnie, that was so comforting in my hour of need. I guess I know who's not going to ever be Mr. Sympathetic.
At the moment, it's tolerable. I feel a pretty consistent ache, but at least I didn't smuggle pliers in my purse to work just in case. I am however thinking it might be time to suck it up and see the dentist about having them removed.
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