So the healing process from this last dental procedure isnt going as smoothly as I thought. My mouth started really hurting on Wednesday after my folks left, and by Thursday night, I was in such pain that I couldnt sleep. Even though Id had several glasses of wine, I was awake most of the night.
Called my most wonderful dentist on Friday, and he said, You mean to tell me that I didnt write you a prescription for anything stronger before you left? That wasnt very nice of me, was it?
Enter Vicodin.
Ive been in a semi-coma all weekend. Grog. I dont like this feeling. I suppose the only upside is that its keeping me from compulsively checking the status of the war. Believe me, its not that I dont care. Its that I cant care right now.
I was able to drag myself off the couch for a few hours today.
First, to get my taxes done. Breaking even. Thats a miracle, considering I moved from a non-state-income-tax state to a place that not only has state taxes, but city taxes as well. Oof. Was foggy and in a shitty mood as the chick went through all the paperwork and explanations. She made me pissy and impatient because she didnt know what she was doing and had to keep asking the other guy in the office how to do certain things. I was so visibly annoyed by her that I think I made her nervous. She kept laughing this stupid little shaky laugh. I think I was a bit of a bitch to her.
I blame it on a Vicodin hangover.
Luckily, there was this great little barbecue place practically next door. Bought a giant brown bag full of barbecued pork and cole slaw and fries and sauce and..and ..
I blame it on Vicodin munchies.
After porking out (literally), it was time to take a little nip-nap on the couch again.
Vicodin flashback?
Woke just in time for my hair appointment. Walked to a new salon that had been highly recommended. I was the last client of the day, and I had the owner of the place all to myself. For some reason, she took a real liking to me, taking her time and being extra meticulous. And as you know, my most favorite thing in the world is to have attention lavished on my hair. Though my face looked a bit dazed and tired, I walked out of that salon with red-carpet worthy hair. Va va voom!
Too bad the only thing I have planned tonight is a date with a little white pill.
Guess theres always Vicodin dreams. Thanks, doc.
Nighty-night.
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