9:48 pm
Well, after hanging up here last night, I paced for about 30 minutes before I was fairly knocked to pieces by the aspirin-Advil combination finally ending in the blessed cool waters of oblivion.
Th't that kind of pain can actually exist—can make one cry out loud with as much fear as anything else—was a first, for me. And ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ . . . to the degree that it can **ᴘᴏᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ*—even smack in the middle of deep sleep . . . well, it makes for some industrial-grade paranoia.
At any acceptable rate, it chose to not erupt after my tea tonight. And I found that no matter how much Orajel I squeeze at it's location, all I end up with is a numb mouth and killer pain that is unrelenting, under the numbness.
Insidious.
Anyway—I'd had enough earlier on today, so I called the good doctor, who—to his credit—sounded genuinely concerned, and set up an appointment for tomorrow at six p.m.
Now, if he were to do a root canal, what would happen? Would the dead part of the root still hold together?
OH FUCK. IT HAPPENED AGAIN! In a virtual repeat—I went to the kitchen to get my fuzzy water, after having finished my tea with no incident . . . and then it struck.
SHITE SHITE SHITE . . . I can't take this any more. Let me try and finish this later
