The left side of my face hurts like whoa
Aug. 10th, 2008 02:08 pmSo one of my wisdom teeth is coming in and I'm pretty miserable. Apparently the other three came in and I didn't notice, but this last bugger, damn does it hurt. My tongue feel swollen and tastes like metal, my jaw is throbbing, I have a sore throat and a headache. According to the mother parental unit, these are normal symptoms and I'm not dieing.
I'd like to relate to you this wisdom tooth incident:
Me: "Oh holy crap, Ryan, I hurt. Love meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Pay attention to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Throws self on reclining boyfriend who was previously engrossed in watching Robin Hood.
Ryan: "Wait, ooof, that hurt. Marian was on."
Me: "I feel so miserable.....my throat hurts....and it's making me coughy...."
Ryan: Tries to wriggle out from under me and fails. "Maybe you should stay away from me so I don't get what you have."
Me: Pouts but is secretly pleased because that was stupid to say. "But it's wisdom teeth. You can't catch wisdom teeth.
Ryan: Marian is back on, not paying attention. "Oh yeah....that's right."
Me: "I could prove it. Let me bite you."
Ryan: "Er, no."
Me: "I'm gonna. Hey, do you know what this means?"
Ryan: "Besides pain? What?"
Me: "I have more teeth with which to bite." Chomp.
And there ends my pointless story, of which the moral is I now have more teeth.
I'd like to relate to you this wisdom tooth incident:
Me: "Oh holy crap, Ryan, I hurt. Love meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Pay attention to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Throws self on reclining boyfriend who was previously engrossed in watching Robin Hood.
Ryan: "Wait, ooof, that hurt. Marian was on."
Me: "I feel so miserable.....my throat hurts....and it's making me coughy...."
Ryan: Tries to wriggle out from under me and fails. "Maybe you should stay away from me so I don't get what you have."
Me: Pouts but is secretly pleased because that was stupid to say. "But it's wisdom teeth. You can't catch wisdom teeth.
Ryan: Marian is back on, not paying attention. "Oh yeah....that's right."
Me: "I could prove it. Let me bite you."
Ryan: "Er, no."
Me: "I'm gonna. Hey, do you know what this means?"
Ryan: "Besides pain? What?"
Me: "I have more teeth with which to bite." Chomp.
And there ends my pointless story, of which the moral is I now have more teeth.