worst september in recent memory
September is usually my favorite month of the year. I tend to mash together memories of birthday parties, presents, and the delicious turn of the seasons from the dreadful sticky heat of August to the perfect sunny dry days that September almost always is. Except this one. I don't ever recall a hotter, stickier, more awful September than this. Sure I've been more miserable than normal with dental pain, but still, waiting for trains on the underground subway platforms have been near unbearable. Just standing there sweating in the sweltering stagnant air, feeling clothing dampen and cling, any trace of makeup applied before leaving home drips and pools with the beads of sweat that form and threaten to wash away my glasses.
What I'm getting at (and poorly) is it's hot and sticky. It's gross. And it usually isn't.
My tooth still almost hurts, but now it's mostly just mild swelling and discomfort. I did get in to see the dentist last Thursday. He began a root canal and gave me a prescription for both penicillin and tylenol3. As the novocaine wore off Thursday night at home the full extent of the pain really set in. I had another appointment made for the following Thursday when hopefully the infection in my jaw will be gone.
I spent Thursday night and all of Friday in the worst pain I've known in my life. Incredible and constant I could hardly even focus on anything around me or sit still. I took my tylenol3 which hardly took the edge off, though did allow me to sleep for maybe an hour after each dose. To help with the painkilling I began taking regular tylenol every 2 hours, which was oddly what seemed to be the length of the dulling effects. I didn't even make it into work on Friday because I didn't think sobbing in pain was a good sales technique, ya know?
Saturday morning the constant pain subsided to a dull ache and I was able to eat more than mushy foods and liquids. However, I was graced with a gorgeously swollen jaw, making it look as if Todd had had a bit of fun and used me as a punching bag.
I made it into work on Sunday, was exhausted and relatively miserable, but Sunday night was the first night I slept the whole night through without waking up in pain even once. The swelling is down more and now it's really mild discomfort and lingering soreness.
My birthday was spent at work, uneventful and maybe one of my worst ever, if only due to working and the surrounding dental shenanigans. Next weekend I'm getting together with the family to go apple picking upstate and I'm hoping for dry and cool weather. We'll be celebrating both my and my niece's birthdays as well as the harvest.
Exciting. Yes. I am going to try to do as little as possible today, and enjoy it.
