Oh. Bollocking. Hell.

OK, so I didn't get any sleep cos of my tooth. Maybe an hour's delirious slumber at most. Called dentist. Got appointment for 11:15, so played Sims 2 for a bit. Go to dentist. He tells me it's not the front tooth but the one next to/behind it (don't ask, my teeth are fucked). It's dying or something. Will require root canal and eventually a crown. Gave me a prescription for antibiotics. Come home. Sleep an hour. Get up. Watch Murder She Wrote crossover with Magnum PI or whoever he is. Go to chemist with prescription. Come home. Daddy arrives home, goes to get prescription. Gives me it, I take first thing.

During all this, I'm more or less in agony. Stopped taking Advil after dentist cos of antibiotics. Started crying at about half past six, so loudly that Mikey, who is home for the weekend, came and looked after me for a minute or two and suggested I watch Buzzcocks vids to take my mind off it. Caved and took an Advil when my rentals got home from shopping. It still hasn't kicked in. I want to grab my shiny aluminium baseball bat and pay someone to just fucking hit me. I really... it's even worse than last January. My teeth are as fucking over-dramatic as I am. I want to pass out until my next dentist appt on Wednesday. I really am in fucking bollocking rancid agony.

Oh. Bollocking. Hell.

OK, so I didn't get any sleep cos of my tooth. Maybe an hour's delirious slumber at most. Called dentist. Got appointment for 11:15, so played Sims 2 for a bit. Go to dentist. He tells me it's not the front tooth but the one next to/behind it (don't ask, my teeth are fucked). It's dying or something. Will require root canal and eventually a crown. Gave me a prescription for antibiotics. Come home. Sleep an hour. Get up. Watch Murder She Wrote crossover with Magnum PI or whoever he is. Go to chemist with prescription. Come home. Daddy arrives home, goes to get prescription. Gives me it, I take first thing.

During all this, I'm more or less in agony. Stopped taking Advil after dentist cos of antibiotics. Started crying at about half past six, so loudly that Mikey, who is home for the weekend, came and looked after me for a minute or two and suggested I watch Buzzcocks vids to take my mind off it. Caved and took an Advil when my rentals got home from shopping. It still hasn't kicked in. I want to grab my shiny aluminium baseball bat and pay someone to just fucking hit me. I really... it's even worse than last January. My teeth are as fucking over-dramatic as I am. I want to pass out until my next dentist appt on Wednesday. I really am in fucking bollocking rancid agony.