So, my wisdom teeth started to come in.  This was okay.  There was a general soreness from my top left coming in.  Not so bad.  Bottom left started to come in.  Bad, bad, BAD.  Starting on Thursday night and increasing pain.  Friday.  Tylenol? Didn't work.  Oragel?  Didn't even keep me numb long enough to eat.  Saturday.  Aleve? 5 hours...2 hours...1 hour.  Still hurts really bad, can't open my mouth too wide without pain and I'm having trouble swallowing my food.  My mother suggested they might be impacted, and Jackie wikis it.  After commentary about how it shouldn't hurt so bad, and other fun stuff I investigate my teeth myself.  Both teeth have cut the gum, but the bottom one (though halfway out) has the inside half covered with gum still (aka 3/4 of the total tooth is still in the gum).  So check out Wikipedia myself and have a panic moment.  My teeth are probably impacted.  And infected.  And if it's not treated soon it's gonna get bad fast.
Sunday.  I ask Rachael to take me to the hospital.  In mad moral support fashion, Amy and Molly come too (they even got to follow me into the back where we waited FOREVER for the doctor to see me).  Yes I'm infected.  Have some drugs they say, and prescribe me penicillin (for the infection) and vicoden and 800mg ibuprofen (for the pain).  We go to the pharmacy, sit some more, avoid Jim (so that he can't say my face is unbalanced), and get me some drugs.  Then we go to dinner.  Monday.  I spend the morning in a groggy haze, making a spider collaged out of flowers and fluffy things.  I loaf around and then have a panic moment about my homework (which I have neglected due to pain, hospital stay, and grogginess).  When I brush my teeth before I go to bed, my mouth starts bleeding.  Return of the pain.  Ibuprofen not quite so effective as before.  Which brings us to today.  So far, so good.  Skipping two of my classes (to avoid stress and falling asleep on my desk). 
Oh and btw I hate Paul.  I have to have two paintings finished by Tuesday.  I so shouldn't have restrained my urge to go on a paintbrush massacre.  But oh well, I'll be needing that paintbrush to finish my two paintings in my haze of pain and grogginess.

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