Yes, sleeping is the other ‘best’ thing to do in bed.
Someday…soon…I hope to get a little more skilled at that particular activity. I want to spend more time dreaming about weird stuff. Because I always dream about weird stuff. Maybe because I’m the queen of weird dreams…
My current bout of insomnia isn’t completely related to insomnia though. Nope. It’s being fed by something else this time. What, you might ask? Okay, so I know you wouldn’t ask, but I’m sharing anyway.
I needed to get a tooth pulled a couple of weeks ago. One of those ones way in the back of my mouth. Being the world class coward I am when it comes to any dental work, I put it off. And put it off…and put it off. Meaning that by the time I was parked in the chair to get it done, I’d been in quite a bit of pain for a few weeks.
But that’s okay, because pain is just the about the only thing that motivates me to make that appointment. Except I can tolerate a whole lot of pain before I get to that place. This time I waited just a bit too long, so I was actually looking forward to it. Trust me, this never happens when a dentist is involved.
One of these days, I will be glad I got it taken care of. Today isn’t that day.
Why? Because I waited so long to go in, that the nerves were more inflamed than they might otherwise have been. At least I think that’s what she said…in the midst of so many shots I lost count. I can actually count as high as seven when needles are in my mouth, so I don’t even want to think about how many I wound up with that day.
But when all of those didn’t completely numb me enough, she cut the tooth in half – so she could inject one directly into the nerve. Let me tell you, that was a once in a lifetime experience. Seriously. I mean I never want to repeat it.
When all was said and done, the area never did get completely numb, but by then I just wanted it over. And by that point it wasn’t really hurting anymore than it had been for the previous two or three weeks anyway.
So I go home, expecting enough pain that I’ll be continuing to invest in the company that manufactures Advil for another week. Only Friday rolls around. Again. Eleven days later…and I’m still popping the Advil like M&M’s, round the clock…because it’s still extremely painful. So I call and set up an appointment for this afternoon.
Turns out the side of my gum tore when the tooth came out. It should be better in a week or two. Yeehaw!
Oh well. At least I know what’s causing it, and that there will be an end to it fairly soon. Until then, pardon my blog. My sleep-deprived brain just isn’t wanting to do a whole lot of thinking right now.
Not surprising, this is pretty much how I view dentists…
***Photo credit: JM Randolph