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I think my lower left wisdom tooth is finally pushing its way past the gum. The pain woke me up, and I spent half an hour laying in the dark contemplating jabbing needles into my mouth. I had some Ambesol leftover, so now the left side of my mouth is pleasantly numb. What's a little drooling compared to the absense of pain?

My upper wisdom teeth forced their way during my summer in Prague. Every now and then they would ache, but I think this lower one is worse. A tighter fit, perhaps. Without dental insurance, I didn't have a way to get them cut out of my head when I was younger. Not to mention my fear of surgery, anesthesia and unconsciousness. We still don't actually have dental insurance, just some kind of discount program. That isn't going to help us if we have serious bills.

So I'm up for the day. It's not even 8am. I'd leave the house but I hate driving in wet weather.

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Melynda, Alan and I went shopping this morning. Melynda needed new clothes, and we were along for the lunch. Well, I bought underwear. I needed them though. Lots of good food and conversation at La Madeline's with Tyler, who graciously drove me home. My jaw started throbbing with the effort of eating.

Two aleve and a leaky ice pack later, it's manageable. But alas, if I'm on the painkillers I don't think I can drink tonight.

An early morning phone call from a friend made me realize the wisdom in not buying plane tickets recently. She's far away, and it kills me that I can't be there to help right now. But in the summer I will fly up and help her drive home to Texas, back to the trees and the Little House and the wide open skies. Not to mention the Sonics, jalapenos in the grocery store, Tex-Mex, Dairy Queens, deer, highways full of pickup trucks and Pace.

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This is the worst part.

I took a nap and woke up with my jaw more swollen than before. There's a definite lump now, and the pain is not only making it almost impossible to chew, it's giving me a headache. Something is clearly not right. If it weren't for the fact my friends would probably not speak to me again, I'd hide in bed for the next two days.

My mother had a half dozen hydrocodone left over from her dental surgery, which she sent along with four roses from her garden. So I'll probably get through the weekend until I can find a dentist who takes our weird insurance that isn't really insurance and find out why I'm in agonizing pain and how much of my bank account it will take to make it stop.

Fuck.