thank god for tylenol 3's

so the thing is ... i guess i will never learn ... when something looks infected, that usually means that it is ... act on that ... do NOT wait ... it WILL fuck you up. this is the prologue to my latest adventure which involved that most hated of places ... the dentist chair.

a few quick facts ...
last time i was at the dentist ... 2003
did i go back to get that cavity filled ... no
do i like the dentist at all ... HEEEEELL no

okay, so rewind to about 3 weeks ago ... my jaw, just below my second back molar is a little tender ... first thought, "i should get that looked at" ... result of said thought ... absolutely nothing. i soon forgot about it and moved on.

fastforward to two days ago ... OWWWWW ... my jaw is super tender, i think its looking a little puffy, so i call the dentist and set an appointment for next tuesday. thinking all is right i head to bed, jaw hurting a bit but otherwise fine.

then i wake up this moring ... and HOLY CRAP! my left cheek is noticably swollen and hurts like a mofo. thinking that tuesday might just be a little to far away i call up the dentist and make an appointment for that afternoon. now funny thing ... apparently my dentist and his minion of evil (ie. dental assistant) feel no pity for anyone who does not exercise their participation in the God given gift of dental checkups. so im sitting in that stupid chair with the lady ragging on me about my lack of dental visits, when the dr. walks in with my x-rays.

dentist: "so your tooth is pretty infected"
me: "I FIGURED AS MUCH" ... i dunno, i think it was that huge puss filled sack that was my cheek that was my first clue
dentist: "so we're gonna need to extract the tooth"

so about 15 minutes later, i was down one molar, bleeding like no one business and it looked as though i'd been 10 rounds with those stupid boxing monkey's. luckily my face was still frozen, so although i looked like a fool, at least i was a numb fool.

it was when the freezing finally wore off i realized how much my jaw really hurt, after about half an hour of the uncomfortable feeling of someone stabbing an ice pick into the gapping hole in my mouth i decided to pop a T3 ... and DAMN if that shit isn't amazing. after about 5 minutes the pain was a thing of the past ... anyhow, i spent the rest of my night in relative comfort sipping warm cream of chicken soup.

all in all i guess it could've been a lot worse. i learned a valuable lesson today though ...
if you think it's infected ... get that shit checked out, it might just fuck you up.