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Face hurt.
Face hurt bad.
Loonie see dentist when dentist open at 9am tomorrow.
Loonie have work number in cell; loonie call apologize to snarky lady for blowing off at least part of the potluck setup.

Loonie had wrenched shoulder a while ago. Urgent care place thought wrenched arm warrant narcotics. Loonie no think so.
Loonie think ZOMG ONE AND A HALF OF MY TEETH ARE KILLING ME AND THE REST ARE PLOTTING TREASON BEHIND MY BACK AND ANOTHER HAS OPENLY DEFECTED TO THE ENEMY is sufficient reason for narcotics.

The ones that make the Little Fayoumis say I should not use Strongbad for a role model.

So. Yeah. I call Mama in the morning too. Thank goodness it is payday? Thank goodness my parents love me and are willing to step in when Bad Things Happen? I thought that I could poke around and look at recommendations over the weekend and call somewhere Monday, and maybe get an appointment before the end of the month, but this has just stepped into emergency territory. There's still a dull ache that I can feel through the topical anaesthetic and the painkiller, and I'm not going to do anything stupid with either of those measures.


On the bright side, at work I finished copying Management's floppy disks for her. I was working on that project since January of this year. That's a happiness.

To prove we are all Very Silly: norabombay introduces the idea of improving literature by the insertion of heavily armed marine creatures. (Why did Herself not give Guppy a gun, anyway?)

Work has been called. (I decided in favor of sleep rather than early dentist, because sleep does not just happen, and it's not to be turned down when it does.)

I called both dentists and the one sounds better than the other; I'm getting a better vibe off them and their ad keeps popping up on top.

Now, clothes and call Mama on my way out the door.

Waiting for dentist. I brought books. Tay-Tay got Mama's early but I got it right. I am using all my levels in cope right now. Yay books. Yay parents.

I am not comfortable with the idea of being on narcotic pain medication. My brain remembers the marvelous numbness. Hello, brain hack for endorphins.

Waiting in exam room much more comfortable than lobby. This place has good vibes. Am stupid from effort to block pain. I do not even know which tooth.

Yay the xray. They looked and are pretty sure it is due to the b0rked wisdom tooth. Unwise to leave it so long. I have found some comfort in a strategy.

I realized I can socialize with LLG and the one person in the same way. We have common interests. If I just keep all emotional involvement out of it...

The motherswyver is coming out. I predict a lot of ice in my future. Ice and frozen apple sauce. I am also missing the set up for the potluck. Numb FTW.

Now that I am no longer manually blocking the pain, I have the shakes. Getting better but still not my favorite part. My pulse was all kinds of ok though.

Most of the buzz has worn into a residual tension in muscles. I fear the extraction badly and it is done. Yay.

At work. Medication is kicking in. I told Snarky lady to treat me like a none too bright robot. My head even lights up. Also my tooth is a smartass. Hit dr

I have a very sarcastic mouth. The tooth flew out of it, hit the pants of the dentist, and stuck there. He ran out to swab them with alcohol.

"What's a holly?" We are playing weird bingo. I am feeling far more human. This means the Vicodin is wearing off.