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.