Two mornings ago, I was woken to extreme pain in my tooth. I took some pain meds, and then I had to decide if I was going to go to work or not. (it hurt THAT bad).
After only 4 hours of sleep, lots of tears, and a call, I decided not to go to work, but to make it to the dentist. Ibprofen was just not cutting it, and they couldn’t squeeze me in until 2pm. AHHHHH.
After sleeping A LOT, getting some xrays, the dentist told me I had some much swelling around the tooth. My left cheek was HUGE. I tried to get a picture
I stopped to get a milk shake, they make you better right?!?! I also got antibiotics and vicoden
I. Hate. Vicoden. It makes me so sick! So I had to decide if I was going to be nauseus or have tooth pain. I decided on the nausea.
So I had to deal with the pain ALL of thursday. Didn’t get much sleep. And then I got 1/2 of my root canal done on Friday morning. I have so much swelling, we have to wait a week for me to go back. GREAAATTTTT.
Luckily, my dad is a super hero! And took me to my appointment. I was so sick. (we had to pull over a few times) There was no way I could have gone by myself. Vicodin really is the devil. “But that stuff works” my dad said. haha
Friday night I felt better. More dehydrated with a headache. The nausea isn’t so bad, but I haven’t had vicodin since 6am.
Hoping I can work this weekend……..