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Sep. 28th, 2011 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt's glorious sunshine outside. Blistering, beautiful sunshine. The skies are completely clear. Beer gardens beckon from the confines of work.
Instead, I am on the kind of antibiotics where I got six warnings about using them with alcohol, and capitalised warnings, and they've even highlighted it on the box. OKAY, I GET IT.
A few days ago, my bottom teeth starting hurting a bit. Nothing spectacular, just the pain I get that says 'BRUSH BETTER!' so I have been endeavouring to do that. I even broke out the floss, and I fucking loathe using floss unless forced.
It's got slightly more painful and then this morning one tooth was basically shouting at me. I didn't sleep well last night. I went to work today in an increasingly ratty mood.
After lunchtime I freaked out and informed Office Manager I was phoning the dentist, who got me an appointment. Dentist promptly informed me I had an abcess. This cannot be drained as even as she touched it I freaked out, so there we go. I am now taking Hardcore Antibiotics, cracking into some scary painkillers, and using my own weight in mouthwash type stuff.
So I am obviously not having a drink in a beer garden tonight. I am instead feeling a little sorry for myself. Oh well.
On the bright side, there was a lovely moment in work when someone queried about why the office felt so stressed. "The queen bee is in pain!" exclaimed M. "We all feel it!"
That, and I have a horrifically low resistance to pain.
Instead, I am on the kind of antibiotics where I got six warnings about using them with alcohol, and capitalised warnings, and they've even highlighted it on the box. OKAY, I GET IT.
A few days ago, my bottom teeth starting hurting a bit. Nothing spectacular, just the pain I get that says 'BRUSH BETTER!' so I have been endeavouring to do that. I even broke out the floss, and I fucking loathe using floss unless forced.
It's got slightly more painful and then this morning one tooth was basically shouting at me. I didn't sleep well last night. I went to work today in an increasingly ratty mood.
After lunchtime I freaked out and informed Office Manager I was phoning the dentist, who got me an appointment. Dentist promptly informed me I had an abcess. This cannot be drained as even as she touched it I freaked out, so there we go. I am now taking Hardcore Antibiotics, cracking into some scary painkillers, and using my own weight in mouthwash type stuff.
So I am obviously not having a drink in a beer garden tonight. I am instead feeling a little sorry for myself. Oh well.
On the bright side, there was a lovely moment in work when someone queried about why the office felt so stressed. "The queen bee is in pain!" exclaimed M. "We all feel it!"
That, and I have a horrifically low resistance to pain.
