It was you Fredo. You Broke my Heart

A couple of days ago, I had a tooth pulled. In all honesty, the tooth wasn't bothering me all that much, but my favorite dentist in the world probably wanted to get even with me for vomiting on him a few weeks ago, and told me the thing had to be extracted.

Even though my regular dentist made the recommendation, I was sent to someone else. I can understand him not wanting anything to do with me after the last visit.

So the new woman who spoke in a heavy, what seemed to be Russian, or maybe Hungarian accent, had to be the most flattering dentist, ever. She told me the whole time how pretty I was, and what great legs I had. I know she wasn't flirting, but maybe she was trying to assure I didn't throw up on her out of spite for yanking my tooth out. After numbing me extensively, she said the words. "Opeen Vide, S." A yank. A pull. "OWWW! FUCK!" I was screaming. "Nut to Vurry, S. Eat is only da pressure." Now I'm no dentist. Would never want to be. Everyone hates fucking dentists. But let me tell you...this was not pressure I was feeling. It was a shooting pain that stemmed up from my jaw to my ear, and I let out another yelp. She quickly took her hands out of my mouth, since it was closing quickly and in a very powerful stride that almost snapped down on her finger, and she looked at me horrified, wondering what my problem was. "Vut is da problems Sveetie?" She asks. "I'm not numb!!" I exclaim, tears streaming down my face. She begins stroking my cheek with her latex gloved hand, and telling me that everything is going to be fine. It really was quite soothing. She gives me another shot and I was good to go. Pop! Out came the tooth, my mouth was stuffed with gauze and I looked like the female version of The Godfather for the rest of the day.

When I went home, for the most part I was fine. I took my pain medication, and the antibiotics that were prescribed, but I was groggy and having a little trouble focusing on anything. Yesterday, I felt even more yucky, and the fever set in. Today, I'm completely lethargic, feverish, and nauseous, along with a nice sized ear ache. So I'm assuming either she drugged me and took advantage of me, I'm like this as a side effect, or the hole where my tooth once was is getting infected, and I need to go to the doctor. I'm assuming it's the latter.

Oh, and one more thing...

You know how I vomited on the last dentist when he took impressions? Well, the stupid fuck managed to break my impressions and I had to do them all over again! Incompetence at its best, or worst, depending on how you look at it.

I'm sick. I feel yucky, and I want to just curl up in bed for days and days. I absolutely hate being sick, and I'm a big baby while I am. I like to be cuddled and babied, and I talk like a child in a high pitched baby voice, with a slight whine that would annoy even the most codependent of mothers. Boo hoo. :(