…salted lithium.

“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.

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