Oh bliss, oh rapture

[desperance]

So I had this tooth extracted on Tuesday, as you know if you've been playing along; and it's kinda been doing the opposite of healing, getting more and more painful as the days progressed.

So this morning, I phoned the surgery, 'cos I didn't want to get caught in the middle of the weekend with a real problem.

Come straight back, they said. Right now.

So I did that; and my dearly beloved Tim has diagnosed a "dry socket" infection; irrigated the site with something nasty; packed the socket with even nastier black fibrous stuff that fills my mouth with a petrochemical odour and has to stay there until it resorbs, disintegrates or frays away, which could be anything up to a week; and put me on antibiotics.

Metronidazole, to be specific.

Which means I can't drink.

At all.

For the course plus 48hrs: which neatly encompasses Karen's visit, our trip to Cambridge, and - if I stay the whole course - FantasyCon too.

Oblige me by imagining just how thrilled I am. This is pretty much my Most Social Week Ever, and I am forbidden alcohol.

*weeps*

Comments

[badbookworm]

Metranidazole sucks. Works, though.

Do not attempt to drink on it. You will throw up your lungs and wish you were dead.