
I finally made it to the dentist. Today was the earliest appointment I could get. They took an X-ray and the dentist came in shortly afterward. He said, "I won't ask how you're doing because I can tell by this X-ray that you're doing terribly. In a great deal of pain, I'm certain, what with the exposed nerve and the abscess way up in the gum."
Abscess? I didn't even know I had an abscess. Guess that'll learn me.
The dentist said the tooth will have to go, but he can't pull it until the infection is gone. So he gave me a prescription for antibiotics and pain medication, and he set me up an appointment for a tooth extraction a week from today. I'm supposed to take 500 mg of amoxicillin four times a day for a week so, on the way home, I dropped by the grocery store to get myself a shit load of yoghurt. The last thing I want is a yeast infection, which is pretty much guaranteed if I don't balance myself out.
At least now I'll be able to work without wanting to scream with every single move I make, and I might stop gritting my teeth when I'm talking to clients who, I'm certain, are wondering why I'm so pissed off at them that I'd talk to them like Dirty Harry.
It's gonna be a long week until I can get this fucker out of my mouth.