This morning marks the 3rd time I've gone to the dentist in two weeks. I'm like Bill Murry from Little Shop of Horrors. On Friday the tooth I just had recapped started to hurt a little bit. By Saturday it was on! My mouth was a hot bed of throbbing full on anguish. It hurt so freaking bad I contemplated ripping it out of my head with a pair of pliers marathon man style.
Saturday morning I watched my episode of Robotboy and it was totally awesome. My tooth seemed fine so I started writing those story ideas for my pitch. I'm also submitting some short film concepts, so I scoured my computer for old ideas and scripts. That night however my tooth was single handedly trying to kill me.
Sunday morning we bought some advil and anbesol, which seemed to lessen the pain slightly. Next we went to a diner for brunch and it was damn near impossible to eat. We left a message at the dentist and didn't feel it was necessary to call the emergency number.
We drove around and looked at houses we can't afford for a while then I needed to have a beer. Just what the dentist ordered for a throbbing mouth ache.
This morning we got in contact with the dentist and I drove in to have the doc look it over. I got the third x-ray of my mouth this month. My head officially glows in the dark. The doc grabbed his black-n-decker dremel and did some wood working in my mouth for a bit. It smelled terrible and smoke was coming out of my mouth. After installing some shelves and knocking out a wall for better Feng Shui, he said it should feel better. It's been about 2 hours since the procedure and he was right. I feel so much better.
I've concluded that having your tooth NOT hurt is much better than having it hurt.