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18 Août So, yesterday was a real treat and a half, either in fucking agony or sort of slurring my way around the office. Everyone knew that it was tooth-related, so I don't think they'll be staging an intervention anytime soon. I was counting the seconds to 4.30p, and I finally got to go, and he said those words that I was fearing from the beginning:
"I'm going to have to do a root canal."
I was upgraded, medicine-wise, from antibiotics and codeine to penicillin and Percocet. So far it seems to be working a treat, but I thought that about the codeine at first, so I will reserve judgement. It is kind of exciting to get the drug with the special prescription and the "controlled substance" stickers, though. I talked to my Mom and told her about my new painkillers.
"And I got Percocet!"
I'd say to watch out if I don't update, because maybe I am dead just like Marilyn Monroe as my mother fears, but since I am three days behind right now, that's not a really good indication. Um...if I don't update on my birthday start calling 911!
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