Tooth Tale

So yesterday was my dentist visit for the extraction of tooth 2, the evil  misshapen, broken molar from hell.  Not only do I have exceedingly long roots, but I also have a nice inward hook on them as well, which results in the dentist having to pull the tooth out through the side of my gums.  Oh yeah, it's been fun.  Took 24 hours before I could even swallow clear lukewarm water or spittle.  Never mind the amount of blood that somehow reached my stomach.  Finally ate something just a few minutes back. Some sort of burrito thing.  All soft and mushy but it didn't taste too bad.

Doc put me on vicodin for the pain (he stopped half way through and said he wanted to refer me to the oral surgeon, I told him to just yank it).  I think he felt really bad about hurting me and smashing my nose.  I wasn't gonna fucking turn down class A drugs on prescription.  He gave me the good 10mg ones too.  So I ate a few last night and a few more this morning and then started to realize I liked it a little too much.  I've had William hide the pills and will probably tell him to flush them.  I'm not gonna go through the hell that is NA all over again.  Just a few more and I'll have him get rid of the rest.

In better news, everything for Xmas is done.  Made up the stockings last night.  Printed out the BGoMC flyer today.  That's it!  I can relax.

Dying my hair again.  This time it's going back to brown until spring rolls around again.  Think I'll take a nice long soak in the tub as well.  Little bit of bergamot oil in the water & dream porny thoughts.  Think I might paint my nails again tonight too.  Purple again or holiday red?  Purple I think.

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