I think I flossed too hard and cut my gums - right in the back, by my emerging wisdom tooth. It got infected now my tooth/gums feel like…well, bloody hell.
Good Lord have mercy. What started off as a dull ache has worked itself into a screaming, constant pain. Did I just have no idea that toochaches hurt this fucking badly? I mean, JESUS CHRIST, this is seriously NUTS.
So it’s Saturday night and the screaming pain is going on. I barely get through the night and then go to the doc’s on Sunday morning where I get some antibiotics and tylenol with codeine (T3).
That shit does not work. An hour after taking the T3, I had to pop some advil. Finally, finally some relief came.
Now here is my beef with Porcupine. At Spiffledope, she told me about this little snack - Cream cheese topped with chili and cheese and eaten on corn chips. I had been planning on going to a friend’s for the Superbowl so I quickly made this little treat. Of course, I was feeling so damn lousy by game time, I decided to stay home.
A few more T3, a few more advil and I’m feeling just fine. Why not heat up tasty treat and at least enjoy some sort of Superbowl snack?
Pop that in the microwave, grab the chips, realize I’m starving from not eating. Eat about 1/4 of the entire thing. Bag of chips almost empty. Stomach full. Appetite sated. Two diet Cherry Cokes down the hatch.
What the FUCK makes me think that I can consume that kind of stuff? Fast forward to 35 minutes later when my brow begins to furrow and my stomach starts to rumble. 15 minutes later, I flush the toilet and vow never, never to eat another Porcupine induced snack that involves a thick white cheese and chili. Oh, and to chew my corn chips much, much more thoroughly. Plus, I’m wondering if I should now take more codeine and advil as I’ve just flushed the last few doses down the toilet.
God help me, that damn concoction is in the fridge and it is calling to me.
help
Tibs.