Okay; so those new antibiotics I've been prescribed are making me feel like crap. Feel nauseous, dizzy and so so tired. I have 3 more days to endure of them. I don't relish the idea. Ah well; what can we do but persevere?
I get my tooth pulled out tomorrow. I'm bricking it royally. I'll be shaking like a dog crapping razor blades tomorrow. Not fun. I'm petrified of the dentists. If they still gave general anaesthetic as an option... Just being knocked out... I'd so take that. Ha ha. Instead I have to be awake as they tear a tooth away. Eek.
But things can only get better from then on out. No more pain when I eat. No sudden bolts of lightning when I slightly clench my teeth to swallow - as we do numerous times throughout the day. Sure... I'll be missing a small molar... but I'll be free of the savage agony that's had it's hands on me since over a week ago.
Considering taking a break this evening. Not done any writing lately and for that I should get my hands slapped. But... I've been proofreading for others and some other bits. It's not like i haven't been completely productive. I think even if I wanted to write this evening I couldn't - Fear is too distracting emotionally. I'll not focus and knowing my luck I'll end up writing my characters into a dentist chair and write something horrific that shall give me nightmares this very night. Making tomorrow much much worse.
I best wrap this up - I'm beginning to freak myself out. :)
I'll update tomorrow unless I'm too... distraught?
Amelia.
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