Hydrocodone is awful. Aside from making me feel like a pile of blah, it made me really sick last night and I almost fainted heading from the bathroom to my bed. I fell to my knees in the hallway. Cue the dramatic music. I should back up, I had a tooth pulled on Wednesday and the hydrocodone was helping the pain. But hell, not sure which was worse. I cracked the root of the tooth, which my dentist reminded me is nothing to blame myself for, it can just happen.
Anwyay, feeling sort of better today, even though I’m still horrified that I had to have a big fat molar pulled from my mouth. That tooth and I have been through a lot together. And now it’s gone; some medical garbage in the endodontist’s trash can. I’m feeling a little sentimental about it. I like having teeth.
So, obsessively brushing, flossing and upping my daily tooth care regime to the next level. I’m KEEPING the rest of my pearly whites. Because as far as fun experiences go, this one is at the bottom of my list.