Back a few weeks ago when myself and Metalrabbit were enjoying edinburgh I found myself having pains in my lower right molars somewhere, it persisted (typically enough) the whole week we were there but it wasn't too bad and it went away before we went home. Figuring it was a wisdom tooth coming up or crowding or something I put it on the "to do" list for next month or sometime since it was bill month this month.
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.