and dinner after our favorite bar was way too crowded.
The night went well with chicken, ribs, and shrimp all around. Drinks
were flowing and I came home tipsy enough to fall asleep soundly, tucked
in a little past midnight.
At around 1:30am, I woke up to the same sharp pain, I've been subject to
before. Damn wisdom tooth!
O
M
G!!!!
I searced the house. No Excedrin. No Anebesol.
The whole right side of my face became swollen. I could barely open my
mouth. It was a throbbing pain.
I thought...hmmm...its not safe to go out at this time of night. Let me
call a cab to the store. It was there in 5 minutes. I ran into the store
a few blocks from my house. No Anebesol, but they have Excedrin in the
little packs. Shit! Ok....I took 5. Got back home...usually 1 Excedrin
numbs the pain. 2 makes it go away. After 4, I was stil throbbing. Shit!
I don't want to overdose on ibuprofen. Fine.
Think. Think. Think.
I bit the bullet.
Mom, can you please take me to the Duane Reade downtown to get some
Anebesol? My mouth is killing me.
Rah.rah.rah.rah. Fine.
I waited 20 minutes for her to get ready as I waited for her in the
cold. I was pissed.
We rode in silence, exept for her interjections that I don't spend my
money on the right things. May be true.
Funny thing is, on the way back, I think the Excedrin kicked in. Shit.
If your tooth was really hurting, you would've put the Orajel on. Hmph!
I couldn't open it.
I got home rubbed it on and went to sleep. It was after 3.
Great.
Is it a miracle I didn't get to work more than 20 minutes late....
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