“I spent half my life thinking dying was the most important thing I could do… or — at least — that dying was my most likely accomplishment. What the fuck did I care about what shape my teeth were in? Who knew, ten years ago or fifteen years ago that I’d be here ten years later or fifteen years later needing to have a tooth pulled so my jaw doesn’t get infected which will require even more surgery?”
“When You Spend 6570 Consecutive Days Wanting To Kill Yourself The Little Things Get Neglected… Like Dental Hygiene”; Me, June 13, 2007
My brain is mush. I’ve barely slept since Thursday night and I’ve been shovelling Tylenol into my mouth like I was pre-diabetic and they were Smarties.
I’ve got another problem with another tooth. There is no pain like mouth pain. It started off feeling like a cold/hot sensitivity thing spread over three or four teeth, but by Saturday afternoon I recognized the pain as coming from an infection in the gum around the back right molar. So I called my dentist and made an appointment for Monday.
Then I bought something called “Orajel”, which is an oral pain reliever containing benzocaine. I thought I’d be okay for a couple of days with the gel and some Tylenol but both wore off after two hours. So by this morning I’d gone through about sixteen pills and half a tube of the gel.
I keep forgetting Tylenol doesn’t do anything to reduce inflammation.
This morning it also felt as though the swelling had pushed the tooth up a little. So I found a way to the emergency room so I could get some antibiotics. The last time something like this happened I waited a week before getting to see a doctor and I ended up losing the tooth. This one doesn’t feel as severe as I remember the last one being, but I don’t have enough teeth left to be dicking around anymore.
I’ve been trying to take better care of them. I’ve been flossing more often, and brushing with the hydrogen peroxide and baking soda mixture my dentists have been recommending for the past year. But it hasn’t been enough, and I knew that before Thursday.
It’s very hard to concentrate with a mouthful of pain. I’ve dropped the Tylenol for Extra Strength Advil, and the ER doctor wrote me a prescription for Gen-Clindamycin at 1800mgs per day.
One tooth goes bad and I lose three nights sleep, nine meals worth of solid food, I can’t concentrate on basic tasks such as editing my sisters college paper or stealing cars, killing hordes of emergency responders and helping Nicko Bellic find true happiness… I actually had to put the PS3 away, I was at the point last night playing GTA4 where either it was me going out the window, or the game was.
I blew up at the kid living downstairs yesterday as well. The woman who lives downstairs is actually very quiet, and a good neighbour. But her brother moved in a few weeks ago. He seems like a nice enough kid, but a couple of times a week he likes to turn his stereo up loud enough it vibrates the picture frames on my wall. So I’ve asked him three or four times to turn it down. And he does. Until the next time.
So yesterday I found out loud music in another apartment does not mix with a massive toothache. And when I asked him to turn it down I was a little harsh. I scared him. When my tooth is feeling better I’ll apologize.
The one basic rule of having a pain in the mouth is it never gets better. I’ve never broken anything, but I’ve sprained pretty much everything and torn a few things, and chipped a few others, and they always got better. I’ve never had gum or tooth pain get better with time and a few days rest.
And now I’m eating yogurt when I have all the ingredients for a homemade pizza sitting in my fridge. Pizza… with bacon. Bacon.
I’m going to bed. Hopefully all of this will be sorted out tomorrow… which is a Monday. And nothing bad ever happens on a Monday.