Dentist Visit (Musings)

Last night I welcomed death because the pain I was feeling from a toothache/nerve damage had me screaming for my mother and God to save my soul on this night, no response. I promised God to right all my wrongs if he sent me a temporary reprieve from this alien pain invading my brain. For hours nothing helped, Vicodin (don't ask me how I have Vicodin) and everything else, but nothing helped me on this night when I thought the freaking world would end. The pain just intensified. I don't know when I fell asleep, I must have passed my ass out and woke this morning and by some sort of divine interventation the pain was gone. I knew it would be back tonight if I didn't take swift action, and by 10 am, the pain was back stronger than ever. I told my supervisor I have to leave now, go find a dentist. Found one a few blocks away and it took about 3 fucking hours for them to see me since I was a walk in. So I go outside for some air and the nurse ( I don't know their names) says to me no eating and no drinking. I agree, but I'm so fucking hungry I hadn't eaten all day. The minute I step outside I buy me an ice cream. Heh, how is she gonna know. Back inside the doc is ready for me so I say listen Doc, I have no tolerance for pain so put my ass to sleep. I cried all last night and I have no more tears. Put my ass to sleep! He made me sign a few forms and in minutes I was in Lala land swimming with the fish. When I woke up it was like it was all a dream, the pain was gone and my brain was quiet again. I'm given instructions not to spit so that means I have to swallow all that nasty ass blood so the wound can clot-I don't think so. I'm not a vampire so spit I will and spit I am doing. Lesson here is one couldn't procrasinate. I've known for months I needed to get this done and it took me bawling like a baby on the floor of my apartment to get some help. Always thought I was smarter than that. I guess not...ya.

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