I woke up at 5am and took my three little sedative pills, and answered emails and got dressed. Somewhere in there I took the dog out, and by then my eyes felt like rolling back in my head (just a little bit) and I felt really tall. I came back and played on the computer a bit until I started feeling really sick. I puked in the kitchen sink but it was just bile (mmm).
I don't remember much after that, really. I remember Cory helping me down the stairs to the car, I remember opening my eyes once but not knowing where we were, I remember him saying we were a bit early, I remember going in and the dental tech taking me to a chair, and then I dreamed most of the rest of the time. I'd hear the dentist tell me what he was going to do, and I would forget to pay attention until halfway through. I remember him giving me a shitload of shots all over my mouth, I remember him pulling out a tooth by pulling it in angles and wiggling it, I remember feeling sutures being pulled across my lip so they could sew up my upper left hole... I remember them cutting my tooth in half and not liking it much - I think I groaned or something, but it felt better after a bit. I remember the dental surgeon telling me I was a really good patient, and thanking me, and then the tech got Cory and he took me back to the car. And then I don't really remember anything until I had to change my gauze, which made me want to pass out. Ow ow ow.
I was in and out of sleep on the couch all day, and I felt really good when I was on Vicodin, but not so good when I wasn't. I had a glass of smoothie that Cory made for me that was pretty good, but that's all I ate all day. I had a little water, but sometimes it was no fun to swallow.
So now I'm debating whether or not to go to work today. I feel OK, but I don't think I could answer phones without hurting, and I don't know if I could go all day without falling asleep on the Vicodin. But my supervisor would really like me there. Hmm.