Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
"...said she don't do drugs but she does the pill, oh yeah."
Last Thursday I was stricken with the worst tooth ache ever! Normally I'd just sweat it out - pop some ibuprofen and go about the day. But not today. I picked up the phone and started dialing....
First my dentist. He was out. oof.
Then I called my doctor to see if there was anything he could give me for the pain. He was out. oof.
Then my dentist called back. yay! He had set me up for a root canal on Monday. Awesome. I just needed to get thru the weekend. How do you spell relief? V.i.c.o.d.i.n.
I drove into the Walgreens after work like some jonesing addict, needing his pills! "Come on dudes! I haven't got all day! Hook me up!"
At last the pharmacist handed over the goods - 30 pills for 3 bucks? God bless PPO's.
I tore into the bag and popped the lid and busted out a dry swallow. Ahhhh....sweet relief. for now. The rest of the weekend was a blur of pulsating teeth and little white pills. Honestly, I don't know how people get addicted to Vicodin. I mean at first it was okay, but then the effect wasn't as good, and it f'ed up my stomach. My hunger was gone. It killed my taste buds. I couldn't take a shit for like 2 days. sucked.
Finally Monday came and I headed in for my Root Canal. Two hours of that drill could in some cases drive a person completely insane. Just when when I thought I was ready to snap - "okay Mr. Hanson, you did great. We're all done. You may have a little pain when the numbness wears off, so if you feel like go ahead and take one of your Vicodin." Oh great.
-Erik
First my dentist. He was out. oof.
Then I called my doctor to see if there was anything he could give me for the pain. He was out. oof.
Then my dentist called back. yay! He had set me up for a root canal on Monday. Awesome. I just needed to get thru the weekend. How do you spell relief? V.i.c.o.d.i.n.
I drove into the Walgreens after work like some jonesing addict, needing his pills! "Come on dudes! I haven't got all day! Hook me up!"
At last the pharmacist handed over the goods - 30 pills for 3 bucks? God bless PPO's.
I tore into the bag and popped the lid and busted out a dry swallow. Ahhhh....sweet relief. for now. The rest of the weekend was a blur of pulsating teeth and little white pills. Honestly, I don't know how people get addicted to Vicodin. I mean at first it was okay, but then the effect wasn't as good, and it f'ed up my stomach. My hunger was gone. It killed my taste buds. I couldn't take a shit for like 2 days. sucked.
Finally Monday came and I headed in for my Root Canal. Two hours of that drill could in some cases drive a person completely insane. Just when when I thought I was ready to snap - "okay Mr. Hanson, you did great. We're all done. You may have a little pain when the numbness wears off, so if you feel like go ahead and take one of your Vicodin." Oh great.
-Erik
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