Teeth. Teeth shit me.
Had a tooth fall apart over the weekend which made for a very ordinary couple of days. Constant, nagging pain.
Couldn't get into a dentist until today so dosed myself up on codeine ibuprofen pills. Perhaps overdid it though. Was lying on the couch late last night (no hope of sleep) when I was overcome with the urge to throw up. I just made it to my feet before opening my mouth and projectile vomiting. The contents of my stomach described a perfect parabolic arc as they flew across the living room and landed all over the wood heater.
It was a moment of existential crisis. I stood there, overtired and my whole face throbbing, and contemplated the pointlessness of existence as the former contents of my stomach slowly cooked into something approaching an omelette on the surface of the heater.
The thought of cleaning it up made me want to cry. Most of the clean up was accomplished with rags, but the last bits had to be removed with a spatula. The house still stinks.
I'm booked in to get this bastard removed at lunch today.