I had intended to share photos from Eli’s party but yesterday afternoon I started getting a little toothache. By evening, it hurt pretty bad. I slept pretty poorly, woke up, took some Tylenol, tried calling my dentist, just got a voicemail. I continued to ache and continued to call. Voicemail. Ache. Voicemail. Ache.
Finally, they called back and said they couldn’t get me in until Tuesday morning.
“so, since I have to wait 24 hours, can something be called in until then. I’m really uncomfortable.”
“You can take four Advil.”
“Okay, but I’m pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant?!?!!? Don’t take the Advil and your OB has to fill out a form before we can see you.”
I got in contact with my OB, they had faxed the form back right away and I’m just sitting, waiting for ten tomorrow morning. I put Eli down for a nap, I laid down in my bed and fell right to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, a shooting pain shot through my gums into my ear. The pain continued and never, ever stopped. In fact, it became worse.
I called the dentist back and asked if they could PLEASE call something in. They said “no.”
I called my OB’s office, they called in Tylenol 3. We went to pick it up. Friends, I was in excruciating pain times 100. I can’t even describe it to you. I wanted to be knocked out, shot, anything. We went to Walgreens and they hadn’t checked their voicemails, yet.
So, no pain medicine.
I start crying. AGAIN. (I’m in the car, freaking the shit out of my kids, I’m sure) Brian’s inside probably telling the pharmacist that if he doesn’t check his voicemail, it’s very likely I’ll come in and check it for him.
After an hour, we get the prescription. I come home, take the medicine. My tooth laughs at it. I still want to die.
And here I am. Still waiting for ten tomorrow morning.