Why I may be AWOL for a few days

Thursday afternoon, I was minding my own business eating my lunch. I was eating this:

I was chomping merrily away when a Pain Like No Other seared through the left side of my lower jaw. A seemingly harmless bacon bit had jammed into this:

Yes, it did a hard slam into a broken tooth I was still two weeks away from getting fixed (why do dental appointments take so long?).

I was like this:

And then I felt a little better until Thursday night when I could not sleep for The Pain.

Friday morning a friendly co-worker gave me this:

I was like this:

When I realized The Pain was not going away on its own, I called the dentist on Saturday morning for an emergency appointment. They were sympathetic, but unable to oblige until Monday morning (dentists not working that particular Saturday because that’s the kind of luck I have).

I wonder why they do not have dental emergency rooms. I happily found an almost full bottle of these in the cupboard:

And a bottle of this in another cupboard:

To swish with, not to drink.

Mr. Jelly Belly and I spent all day Sunday like this:

I hope the large bottle of pills lasts until Monday morning, or I may have to hit the streets looking for this:

I don’t know what they will do on Monday morning or how I will feel after. At this point, tooth extraction seems desirable. I may do it myself.




See you soon. I hope.