The Tooth That Keeps On Giving

When I saw the periodontist this afternoon, both he and I assumed what he had done would get me out of pain. For a while (after the injections wore off) everything was basically as it had been. Then, it started to get worse.

I’m blogging now because I know trying to go to sleep would be futile.

Through the evening I used Advil and ice. An icepack is very under rated and usually works well to deaden an area. My pain has broken through the ice.

At about 1:00 AM, Helaine and I went scrounging to see if there was anything in our stash of medication that might work. I found some Tylenol with Codeine (at least its generic equivalent) and took one. Though two and a half years old, I had hope. And, amaziingly, it had been prescribed for dental pain.

The pills worked for a few hours, but here we are approaching 4:00 AM and I’m just not in a good way. It’s much too soon to take any more. I’ve left a message on their answering machine, hoping to get a callback when they open at 8:00 AM.

I am paying now for the sins I committed when I was a kid. Ouch.