Today I woke up in the middle of the night to that old familiar pain. I never made it to Turkey. The tooth that has been the bane of my adult life has started shouting again. I usually have a course of antibiotics handy but I think I’ve lost them. Somewhere I’ve got the entire packet of “that’s what we give for bullet wounds – you’ll only need two max and frankly one will do it.” Good old Doctor Jesus in Tabuk. I’ve had two courses out of him, and taken 3 each time as you never want to make something resistant. Somewhere there’s four more. Hopefully I won’t need them but I fear I might. I’ll rummage later.
There’s really no choice but to bite the bullet. Teeth are teeth are teeth. They are in our face. I’ve avoided spending for too long now. Time to blow my fee from Scotland.
I’m home and it is peaceful. I’m gonna lure Boy into my room with treats as he bonded hard to Frank when I was in Scotland, and Frank can’t have him jumping up. He’s convalescing. Cat energy will be healing. Heavy cat suddenly on the wound will not. So… I’ll try and persuade him that even though I’m just a mattress on the floor that still counts as a bed. He can’t quite compute it at the moment.
Constant pain is tiring, and I’ve been max dosed with the best ones that come over the counter. Frank has been prescribed codeine and doesn’t want it. I’m trying everything I can to get him to let me pick it up rather than let the prescription go to waste. If he doesn’t want it, I do. I’m gonna try to go to sleep soon even though it’s barely 9, but I’m dosed to the max with over the counter stuff and I still can barely think. I’ve located the cipromax so I’ve got big guns if I need them. Somewhere I’ve got a ten year old tramadol. Root canal pain really sucks.
Boy has no desire to sleep with me and is attacking Frank’s closed door. He hates closed doors generally, and particularly if it leads to the room he prefers. My tooth hurts despite maximum dosage. It’s 9pm. I’m going to attempt something like sleep through the pain. Or maybe I should eat a cipromax.
AlBarclay 