The trip to Elko itself? Very nice. We had a good time with Kile’s family. Sunday was a big highlight for me, as the day was practically CROWDED with good times. I love days that are crowded with good times.
But, and of course there is a but because that is exactly the sort of luck I have, it wasn’t perfect. By a long shot. Because I neglect my health. In this particular case? My dental health. I’ve mentioned before that I need some work done on some teeth. And that I’ve been clenching my jaw at night causing already unhappy teeth to be even unhappier. But it was never a major problem and as such, was easy to ignore.
Hoo boy. Folks? Don’t ignore pain when it involves your teeth. I know, I know. Smarter, prettier and awesomer people than I have said this. At the time that I read that post, I had pain. But it wasn’t OMGKILLMENOW pain. And while I knew that I was glimpsing down the road at my future, I still ignored my own pain. Because, hello? DENTIST. Nuh-uh. I can be an immature brat when I wanna be and when it comes to the dentist, I am an immature brat of monstrous proportions.
So when I tell you that Sunday afternoon I said, “FINE, take me to a dentist and have them KILL IT,” that should tell you how bad it was.
Of course, in full accordance with Murphy’s Law, this pain didn’t really set in until we left town on Saturday. As we drove towards Elko, the pain in my jaw persisted. This was aggravating because I had taken four (count em': FOUR) ibuprofen before leaving home for this very reason. And to have those FOUR ibuprofen not do diddly? GAHHHH!
We arrived in Elko in good time, but not in good spirits. Besides my pain, the kids had been horrid. Mostly: Liam had been horrid. Letting him out to run and play at McDonald’s in Winnemucca had helped substantially. But the fact remains that when Liam is bored, he is ornery. And he was very bored. (Note to self: next car MUST have a dvd player.) So to say we were frazzled is probably a big understatement. And my jaw… oh my jaw. OH MY JAW. I took more ibuprofen. I applied a heated gel pack. Rinse and repeat for the next several days.
Have you ever tried to knit and hold a hot pad on your face at the same time? Probably not. Because it can’t be done. So I did get SOME knitting done. But not anywhere near what I wanted to get done. But it is what it is. And I could live with it if it meant no more stabbing pain in my jaw. Yep, we’d progressed from ache to OMGKILLMENOW. The combination of the ibuprofen and heat helped considerably, but nothing abated the pain entirely.
Of course, by the time I finally willing to give in on the whole dentist thing, the dentist was closed (this was a 7day place that was also open on Sundays). So we resolved to call in the morning. In the meantime, I wanted to enjoy the rest of my Valentine’s Day. Kile took me out to a very nice dinner at the Nevada Dinner House, which we later learned had gotten a “bad rep” in town for the new management’s shake-up of the menu and prices and such. But we loved it. In fact, we may like it even better now. No, check that, we DO like it even better now. I had a chicken parmigiana that puts all other chicken parmigiana’s to shame. TO SHAME. It was so good. And yeah, a little pricey. But you get soup and bread and salad and Basque-style beans and french fries with your meal. And all of it is DELICIOUS. We even got some wine with our meal and we loved THAT so much that we bought a bottle to take home and enjoy on our anniversary this summer. I’m so glad we picked there to eat. Best meal I’ve had in a long time!
The next morning, Kile called the 7 day dentist place and they were booked. They promised to call if there was a cancellation but I wasn’t going to hold my breath. So he found another dentist who could fit us in at 4:30pm. I wasn’t terribly encouraged since that was hours and hours and hours of pain pain pain away and being that was the end of the work day… what could they really do for me in a half hour? Kile and I both predicted pain killers and antibiotics.
Which… is what happened. BUT… I think that would have happened at 9:30am too. Because my tooth is alllll messed up. (For the record, its the back tooth on the lower left side of my jaw.) The size and placement of the cavity meant that a root canal just wasn’t going to work. There would be no where to put a crown that would be secure enough. The dentist recommended extraction. And I was all for it because OMGTHEPAIN. But first we have to get rid of the infection down at the root of the tooth. I won’t go into all the reasons why but suffice it to say, that it’s hard to kill pain on a tooth that’s infected. And I’m all about killing the pain. So antibiotics it is!
I knew better than to even TRY to Vicodin I was prescribed until bedtime. This isn’t my first rodeo and be it Percoset or Vicodin, I have no business taking either of those when I expect to be upright and/or coherent. I woke up in the middle of the night… or actually it was 4:30am but that’s just as well as the middle of the night to a non-morning person such as myself. So I took another. And I believe that was my fatal flaw. Because when I woke up about 8am, I was still firmly in the grips of the Vicodin. And I was still in the grips an hour and a half later when we hit the road and I discovered that I could not knit in the car while on Vicodin. Possibly, I cannot knit NOT in the car while on Vicodin. But in the car is a DEFINITE no no. A few hot flashes later, Kile got me a sprite and I proceeded to slouch forward with my head in my hands until we got to Winnemucca. This was around 11am at this point, for those of you who are keeping track. Kile took the kids in to play, eat and run off steam and I stayed in the car. To sleep. And I did. (Anyone who knows me is probably picking their jaw up off the floor because I do not sleep in cars.) (Ever.) I woke up feeling a bit better and definitely determined to not let this get the better of me. Kile grabbed me a plain McChicken sandwich and between that and my Sprite, I was able to get some food on my belly in hopes of getting my strength back. But first, apparently, I needed to nap some more. So I did.
I woke up some where between Lovelock and Fernley. And felt much better. So I was actually able to try to knit. By the time we had passed Fernley, I felt almost my old self again. You know, at nearly 2pm in the afternoon. TWO O’CLOCK. Over 9 hours after taking the last pill. Are you KIDDING me? A half hour or more after that, I started to feel pain in my jaw again. That was some EVIL Vicodin.
So we’re home now. And I’ve taken some ibuprofen like a a smart person would. Kile, meanwhile, is having a procedure done on his varicose vein in his leg tomorrow and picked up a prescription for that this afternoon. Included? Vicodin. I told him to RUN AWAY. It’s up to him if he actually listens to me or not. Let my experience be a lesson! STAY AWAY FROM THE VICODIN!!
How on EARTH do people ever get addicted to this stuff? I never want to take another one again as long as I LIVE. One less thing to worry about, I guess.
Aaaaand…. Liam is being a jerk which must mean he’s bored. So I better go attend to that. Or wring his neck. You know, one or the other. I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day and that no one else is anticipating getting of their teeth yanked in the weeks ahead. Cuz I’m pretty darn sure that’s not going to be any fun.