Murphey's Law: Should a Tooth Decide to Throb & Shoot Lightning, It Will Always Hit on a Friday Night so You Have to Wait Until Monday to Be Seen

The good news I am already scheduled for a cleaning at 10 a.m. Monday. The bad news is that (what I hope to be) the tooth my dentist was keeping an eye on and postponing for a new year decided that she can give to flying farts about insurance and that she wants to be operated on sooner than later. 

At least that's what I think is going on. I had minor irritation while sleeping Friday evening, but then by 4 pm yesterday, she was full-blown miserable. I couldn't tell if I had an earache or a toothache, all I knew is that it was unbearable pain. With sinuses the way they are, I thought maybe that's what it was, but I'm pretty sure it's one of the ol' wisdom teeth that was never taken out. Now, it could be any number of my teeth, but my guess is it is this one.

I work to pay for my teeth. I've said that for years and it remains true. My mouth is worth more than I am.

So today I hope to keep the pain at bay with Ibuprofin until I can get inside the office on Monday and she can tell me there are no openings for a few weeks. When it hit yesterday, I felt like one of those cartoons and I seriously thought about getting a wrench to pull it out. It's just gross. But when the aspirin kicked in, I laid down which I didn't want to do...I was making great progress with my Ophelia-stay-in, then BOOM.

For now, though, I need to keep ahead of the throbbing.

Yes, my smile is another bodily reality that I've always had to live with. I just flick my credit card their way and say, "Don't let the damage be too horrific." 

Ugh.