Honestly, I don't know if I should help you or I should euthanize you.

That quote has almost nothing to do with this blog post. The only thing it has to do with is how much I've been watching that movie.

Moving on.

Yesterday, I couldn't eat anything. Every time I tried to chew, to push on my teeth, to even close my mouth fully, I felt this intense pain in my upper left hand tooth/teeth. I tried to call the dentist at 9 EST, but his office was closed until 11. I called back a little after 11, but still got no answer. I left a message hoping he would call back soon.

I tried to ignore it the best I could. But by the time lunch came around, I couldn't do it anymore. I was eating a salad and every piece of salad I was eating took me like 7 minutes to chew because I was chewing SO carefully so that I wouldn't hurt my teeth any more than I had to.

H will tell you that this was a very dramatic moment in my life. But after approximately 5 bites of salad, I just couldn't do it anymore. I put my salad to the side, crawled under the blanket on the couch, and lay staring out the window for... quite a long time. It was pathetic, I admit it. But I WAS really sad that I couldn't eat anything without being in pain. Holland left for class pretty soon there after and I laid on the couch for another half hour or so. I got up and tried calling the dentist again. Still no answer. So I did what any rational human being would do and I called him once every half hour until I got an answer.

When I spoke to the lady at the dentist, she told me that the earliest appointment was not until the 31st of January. I'll admit it. I cried. For a much longer time than I'm willing to admit to in the public blogosphere. 20 days of pain?!?? After this long period of tears (good thing I'm a cute crier... ha!), I was convinced to call the doctor again and ask for an emergency appointment. After explaining my situation to the receptionist, she told me to come in that day. I was so grateful, I may have left the house looking like the walking dead.

But I made it to the dentist, cute or not cute, and he took a look at my teeth. After approximately 20 minutes of waiting/filling out paperwork, and 5 minutes looking around in my mouth, he told me the bad news.

My wisdom teeth had to come out. And, he said, they might as well take all 4 of them. He referred me to an oral surgeon (which I haven't seen yet) and gave me a prescription for pain medication that would take down the swelling in my gums/teeth(?) that was causing the pain.

Luckily for him, that medicine is working just fine, so I don't have to go crying to his dentist's chair anytime soon.

Side note: After I lamented to H about getting ANY KIND of surgery (of which I've had none before), he assured me that it's not so bad and that I shouldn't be worried about it. And while I'm not SERIOUSLY worried about it, can you really blame me for being a little bit worried that some guy/girl I've just barely met (who I haven't actually met yet at this moment) is going to be RIPPING four of my TEETH out of my jaw?!? And then DIGGING around my gums to get the roots out?!?! And then, as H so kindly pointed out, if they're impacted, he/she will BREAK THEM and then get them out PIECE BY PIECE. Yeah. No thank you. Does not sound like a jolly good time to me. End note.