...a dental mirror, and a bottle of Parrot Bay.
I am ready to fucking kill somebody over this tooth. It feels like there are tiny little tooth trolls in my mouth giving me a root canal without anaesthesia.
I have an appointment on the seventeenth. Sweet Apollo, let me make it until then. Or let somebody with an 8 am appointment next Monday cancel...
At least the Aciphex is working nicely--no more battery-acid-in-the-esophagus feeling. And the flu is totally gone. And with any luck, the chiro will get my knee straightened out so my tibia doesn't feel like it's protruding at an unnatural angle. [I'm hoping it's just like bursitis or something that will get better with ice and a week's use of knee braces.] So that's all looking up. And I sent off for some information about online courses in criminal justice. So it's not like everything sucks. A lot of stuff has gotten taken care of, or is in the process of being taken care of, lately.
Soon, all that will remain is the tooth. The awful, terrible tooth. My greatest fear is that the tooth will come out.
I don't think I can handle the tooth.
same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Thought for the day: Have faith in the tooth, for the tooth will set you free.
Posted by Frida Peeple at February 1, 2005 09:37 AM