No More Almonds

Oh, woe is me. What an awful last few days. Want to lose 5 lbs in 7 days? Chomp down on whole almonds like I did, and break a molar. Let the molar be one that has a $$$ porcelain crown on it, too. And let the break be in the dead center of the molar, so that the fracture goes straight down the middle of the tooth. And let your molar have the roots of Alex Haley. They will be so extensive, and so deep, and so embedded that when they come out, two of them will bring little pieces of your jawbone with them.

My dentist had that "look" on his face when he examined me. You know the one. That look that means "Gosh, I could write a Pain Filled Dentistry journal article on this one. Hmmm, has she signed a release form yet? Definitely gonna need a signature.....". That look also means "I'm not touching this one with a ten-foot pole. A highly sharpened dental tool, yes, but a ten-foot pole? No way." That look that also means "I'm sending her to one of the Ontist Guys." That look that is gonna cost you some big bucks.

So off I went to the Ontist Guy. He's nice enough, probably mid-fifties, looks like he should know what he's doing, so I'm all A-Okay. Until I see his forearms. This guy has the forearms of a gorilla. That's when I start to get a little panicky.

But I should have saved all that panic for when he actually started working on me. He pulled, he drilled, he pulled, he gave me umpteen shots, and finally he just started cutting on me. So he cuts enough to see that the problem is that the lovely roots are so near/into/whatever my jawbone that they don't want to come out. He warns me first, then uses his giant arm muscules and YANKS. I didn't know whether to pass out or wet my pants. So I did neither.

I leave with stitches, a swollen face and neck, and a prescription for Vicodin. I high-tail it home, hoping against hope that I can make it home and get my prescription filled before the pain shots wear off. Didn't happen. Since I had a 1 1/2 hour drive home, I was almost seeing double by the time I made it in the back door.

And the Vicodin? I took one and it didn't even PHASE the pain. I have an extremely high pain tolerance--I birthed three of these children with nothing at all (not by choice, mind you, it just happened that they wanted to be born RIGHT THEN!!). So I rarely take anything for pain. I don't know if the pain is beyond the level of the drug, or if this particular pain med just doesn't work with my body.

Before all this happened I did finish the sweater I was knitting. I ended up knitting three fronts, since the first two were both right fronts. So I raveled and reknit. I had planned on blocking the pieces over the weekend but that definitely didn't happen.

I had also started the little Noro sleeveless sweater and had taken pictures. But Blogger must have a mouthache, too, since I can't post any pictures.

I'm holding out hope that tomorrow will be a better day.