after n years, i finally went to my dentist to have something done. apparently, my lower left third molar was impacted (meaning it didn't "explode"
the tug of war between my tooth and her as well as the the pseudo army barrage of drills, pliers and anesthesia lasted for about an hour-ish. so the first 30 minutes after the surgery (yeahhh, it wasn't just an extraction), i was still perky enough to watch my regular youtube soap, but soon after, i was ready to look for a fight and eff-curse the family --- even the baby!
my uncle didn't help either, since it took him 30 minutes after i handed him the money for my meds to bring his sorry self to the pharmacy...and he short-changed me!
I already drooled blood on my pillow, and what's holding me together is the Flanax which is my new mani. I hurts so much i wanted to destroy the pain scale. As least now, i don't cry, i just get really angry that at any moment, i could get scissors and slice kittens in half.
Well, I survived circumcision, how on earth could this be any worse? *sob*