Medicated depression, day #225
Just returned from a small recycle- and shopping-run, we tossed out some bathroom cupboard and went to buy some fasteners and assortment of knicknacks, found some flip-flops for wife and son as they have started to go swimming regularly.
I've felt physically broken since mid-week, on Wednesday we walked 5 kilometers as we participated in some jippo and I got blisters and my feet hurt as eff, at the same time I chewed chewing gum and at one point I felt something crack and a white-blinding pain.. and my mouth had "sand" in it, I had chewed and cracked a tooth. I went with low-key pain through the evening, next morning it was still low-key and I thought I could just wait it out, Thursday night it was really painful and I didn't sleep much between Thursday and Friday, Friday morning I hunted around for a dentist appointment and managed to get one a few hours later, finished work, stayed behind and then set off to go to the dentist office across town, arrived a good 30 minutes ahead of the appointment and spent the time listening to music. Got in and the dentist was working quick, going from pain-level 8 or 9 to a solid 2 within 20 minutes, while drilling out the broken tooth, killing the root and patching it up with a temporary filling, I was done in about 40 minutes in total. They said they were going to try to fit me in next week at their office but I could be forced to seek continued care elsewhere as dentists have year long waiting lists for new customers, they took me in as an "emergency case".
Saturday I oscillated between bed, kitchen table and toilet, I was so tired and hadn't slept well since Tuesday, got a few hours extra sleep which is why I'm fairly functional this Sunday.
Still no pain and I'm looking forward to doing a root-canal filling, to get this problem out of this world, while at the dentist I was willing to either get it pulled or filled right there at the spot, from the pain.