So while everyone else is enjoying their Christmas presents, Daddy is curled up in a little ball on his death bed.
Well not really on my death bed, but why does a damn toothache hurt to much. It starting with mild pain last night and thought I'd sleep it off. I woke up this morning before the kids, at 4am. Crawling around the bathroom in the dark looking for anything to take the pain away. The Tylenol and Advil barely take the edge of enough but the worst is that since the abscess pocket burst I've been nauseous and chilled.
Unfortunately this happens too often, so I'm not actually worried about dying and have someone off to get me some antibiotics, but it's gonna be a rough couple days till the kick in and the dentist open back up after the holiday.
