That was not fun. I swear, I could feel the extraction all the way through my skull. Then I had to go to the pharmacy for Tylenol 3s with stuff stuffed in my mouth. I asked to look at the teeth, and was very surprised at how large they were. I miss them. My mouth feels weird.
I have to quit smoking now, so I am seeing this as an opportunity. Right? Right? I’m sitting here, with a patch slapped on to my left boob and a Tylenol 3 dissolving in my gut. I went out to the back yard for a farewell cigarette, alas, but that’s all over now. I’ve heard scary stories about “dry sockets” and I’m not eager to experience.
I took a day off work tomorrow and will probably spend some time napping, slapping on a new patch, swallowing more pills and looking at the Something Awful website. I don’t plan on taxing myself too much.
Maybe I’ll lurk in the Quitting Smoking Sucks Donkey Balls thread. And continue to feel sorry for myself. The freezing’s wearing off and it took an hour to drive home thanks to traffic. And it’s raining.
These are the first teeth I’ve ever had taken out. I had planned on dying with all my own teeth. Damn. But my jaw got in the way of brushing them properly and the dentist wanted them out.
On the bright side, my Tylenol 3s only cost me three dollars and some cents with the workplace coverage.