“It’s really good that you chose to get this taken care of right away, because blood should not be just spurting out like that.”
Cue Quiana fainting. Kidding. (Sorta.)
So I dropped by the office and told my boss I was going home as the dentist had proscribed vicodin for the pain.
Got my prescription from Walgreen’s in record time. Here is a transcript of the convo with the pharmacist:
Adorable Asian Pharmacist: Are you sure you want to wait here, it might be an hour….
Q: I just had an impromptu root canal, so I probably should wait.
AAP: Oh dear. Well I will bump you to the front then.
Q: [eyes tear up with love of humanity] Thank you!
Had two (2!) bowls of soup and one vicodin and pretty much immediately passed out for over 6 hours. Woke up, ate dinner, had another vicodin and immediately felt AWFUL. I hung in there for a while, but I just couldn’t go to bed without at least sort of brushing my teeth and washing my face, so I half heartedly attempted to do so, then whammo I hurled.
So the lesson that I am learning is either:
2 vicodin = chunks blown.
Vicodin + mediocre eggplant parmesan = chunks blown.
Either way, yesterday was not a good day. At all. With the spurting and the hurling and the spending ¾’s of the day passed out/ rolling about murring and wishing for death and the other ¼ having “tissue” removed from my tooth interior/ loitering at Walgreen’s with numb face.