So naturally, on friday the pain returned with a vengence, I took some painkillers and whatnot but it wasn't going away no matter what I did, I managed (with the help of a mirror or two, good lighting and creative poises) to have a peek at the offending tooth that night and lo and behold, a huge bloody hole is sitting there, looking festery....
Now, at this point I should mention that I've never had a toothache before, I've never had ANY problems with my teeth and as such never felt the need to go to a dentist. (I know you're supposed to go every few months for a checkup but how many of you take in a car for service when there's nothing wrong with it?)
The weekend was a painful experience and I've been grabbing sleep where I can since the ebbs and flows of agony have determined my pattern for the last couple of days, naturally, I'm knackered.
This morning was a new experience however, what I had previously thought to be a toothache was shown to merely be a mild irritant and I woke up in considerable agony, my planned visit to the dentist more of an urgent need than a necessary inconvenience.
The hole is there, it is big, black and nasty looking, I have an appointment at 2:45 and I decided to come into work to do stuff to take my mind off it.
Not fucking working. The last hour took at least three to pass. I reckon I'm going to end the day one tooth less too.