home and dry

for the love of crap! i had a tooth pulled yesterday! my first emotion after waking up today was that it would interfere with my champion kissing skills and or gross out my partner. then i rememembered that i don't have a partner.

(i just threw up)

the saga with my tooth started over last summer. my sister refered me to a dentist in the suburbs, two trains away. i had a very painless root canal and learned the joys of nitrous oxide. then in the last couple months, the filling in my root canal came out and i had to have it refilled.

it started hurting again about a week ago and i ignored it until yesterday when i woke up and my left cheek was swollen. so, i emailed my teacher to tell her i would be missing class and headed out to my dentist. with the two trains, it takes about two hours to get there. i enjoyed union station as always, so many people a-coming and a-going. interesting men and women. two levels of delicious fast fooderies and magazineries.

when i got to the dentist we discussed the various options- basically i pay for a specialist for some procedures involving microscopes and lots of digging around to eventually tell me that i need to pull it or i could just go ahead and pull it. my dentist was very sensitive to my possible concerns about pulling the tooth. i really had no concerns actually, just wanting the pain to stop and the swelling to go down. mainly, i was worried about missing class and wanted her to write a "doctor's note."

so i got all gassed up. i was flying on the laughing gas. F-L-Y-I-N-G. i was reaaallly enjoying getting my tooth pulled. i was fixated on eminem for some reason. finding the thought of him extremely funny and wanting to stop for a second and share my amusement with the dentist and dental hygenist, but thought better of it. then eminem started freaking me out a little so i changed to thinking about Billy Joe from Green Day and the song "Give Me Novocaine" from the "American Idiot" album. every song on that album is fantastic, by the way.

as they wrestled with my tooth, they asked me if i wanted to listen to my iPod and i thought that was a great idea. not having a lot of time to choose a song, i just played whatever came up and it was "home and dry" by the pet shop boys.

All the way
Through night and day
You fly on home tonight
Come to me
You know I'll be here
When you call tonight

again, i was flying. kind of depressed when i realized that they had got the tooth out. they reduced the nitrous. i started feeling a little pinching but i was cool. then more pinching and some pressure, but i was fine. they gave me some advil and a prescription for some vicodin. more pain as i waited for them to write my doctors note. numb with gauze in my mouth, bloody drool, more pain, more pain. i left the office and went to a local drugstore to get the prescription filled.

painpainpainpainPAINPAINPAIN as i waited for them to fill the prescription. i called my mom and sort of half mumbled and half cried that i was in a lot of pain. they were taking forever to fill the prescription. they had to call the doctor for some reason. PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!

they finally filled the prescription and i took a vicoprofin and impatiently waited for it to work. it was freezing out and i was spitting blood all over the train platform, which seemed to freeze up right away. i locked myself in the train bathroom and called my doctor to tell her i was in a lot of fucking pain and to ask her if i could take another vicoprofin. she said i could. i waited on the floor of the train bathroom, stupidly forgetting to lock the door. a lady opened the door and saw me sitting there on the floor so i got up and went to sit on the train seat. so much pain. (duh! you just had your tooth pulled)

i took a cab after i got to union station. the cabdriver asking me which way i thought we should go. "i. dont. care." i told him that i had my tooth pulled. he told me that it would probably really hurt tomorrow. thanks. of course, my debit card didn't work when we arrived so i had to run to a cash station to get money. the cabdriver offered to give me a "free ride, free ride" to pick up some hydrogen peroxide, which he had i guessed decided was the best course of post operative treatment for me. i told him that was very nice but that wasn't necessary.

i came home and called my mom and my doctor (such a baby!) again to tell them that i was still in a lot, a lot, a lot of pain. the nurse told me what i could take and how often and blah blah blah and as she talked i lost interest in what she was saying because i started feeling pretty good.

i talked with kara for a bit. watched some joan rivers on qvc. listened to madonna. eventually fell asleep.