Taking Motrin for a tooth ache is like going to war with a water pistol.
Okay… I pride myself in the fact that I have a high threshold of pain. Maybe, just maybe with the events of last week, that highly touted threshold of pain was compromised.
So, one of the lessons learned is: Don’t listen when the well intentioned dental office staff tells you that a root canal procedure is something you can have done in the morning and be able to go to work when its finished. It’s a big fat fib. When I arrived at the dentist office, the first think I noticed was a truck that looked exactly like my husbands truck. Upon entering the office, my sweet, crazy busy, but not too busy for me husband was waiting for me. He said that he wanted to be able to drive me back to work and we could figure out my vehicle later. He knew that I would poo poo the idea of him taking time off from work to be with me for a silly RC.. but in the back of my mind, I was thinking.. how bad can this be? After an hour of having my tooth worked on and having to be “juiced up” with pain meds twice. I can tell you that its not as “simple as having a tooth filled” which is what I read on the internet. Dave drove me back to work. Upon arriving in my office, it was apparent that my fellow work mates had not seen me with a swollen jaw before or in that much pain. My boss said that I needed to go home or he would drive me home. Chris said he would take me to get my RX.. which by the way, was for 800 mg of Motrin. I got my RX, Chris drove me to my vehicle because I swore I was okay to drive home safely. 800 mg’s of Motrin doesn’t begin to dull the pain, but 800 mg’s of Motrin and two glasses of wine seems to do the trick.
Anyone else thinking about Fall 2014?
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