Happy Friday to me, except not really. This morning, I went and had a tooth extracted. For about an hour, I felt very foolish for taking off the entire day when I really could go back to work. After the hour past and some of the good stuff started wearing off, I was glad to have the entire day. I waited to try and nap after my prescriptions were delivered, but could not get comfortable. I've got two hours until my next Tylenol, and I am feeling it, so I guess it's time to put the dreaded ice pack back on my face. Two years ago, I had two teeth extracted, not just one like today. It must've had something to do with the location or some other factor, because I don't remember the previous extraction being nearly this uncomfortable. Thanks for listening to my whinefest.
