Ugh, not to take up a whole post just to whine, but I'm feeling totally shit right now.
I just got back from the dentist, where I was getting my swollen gum checked out. I assumed it was something to do with the broken filling I've had in that tooth for a while, and it would get cleaned out and replaced and I'd be on with my day.
Noooope. The dentist drills away the filling (which sucks), and looks me dead in the eye and says "To be honest, sir, I wasn't expecting it to be this bad." Apparently, I have a "massive" infection in the root of that tooth, owing to the leaky filling, and the nerve root of my tooth is "entirely dead". Yay. Now I get to undergo what promises to be a delightful root canal to try and save the tooth, and even after the procedure there's no guarantee that I won't end up having to get it yanked out anyway.
Okay, so whatever, it's not good news, but there's not much I can really do about it. As I'm in the reception paying for the visit (£12.70 - thanks socialised healthcare!), I start to feel light-headed and sick. Normally this only happens when I get blood taken, but I know enough that when I start feeling that way I need to sit down ASAP. So as I'm making my way over to a chair in the waiting room, I pass out.
I came to with about six people standing around me, fussing, and all I can feel (besides dizziness and nausea) is pure embarrassment. All the other patients in the waiting room are looking at me - I can feel their eyes on me, and I can hear them muttering amongst themselves - and I wish I'd had the presence of mind to pretend to just die and save myself the self-consciousness. Even worse, I was planning on taking the bus home, but they wouldn't let me leave by myself, so they had to call my parents to come and pick me up, which just adds an extra layer of embarrassment.
The final straw? I get to go back and do this whole thing again on Wednesday, when they start the root canal. The dentist actually said to me "you know, to save yourself the agony, maybe you should think about just having the tooth extracted under general anaesthesia, it'll be much less stressful." Gee, thanks.
Anyway, now I'm sitting at home, the left side of my mouth is numb, my tooth hurts like a motherfucker, my mouth tastes like crap (because all of the "fluid" is draining), and I get a 48 hour head start on my anxiety for next time. Juuust wonderful, right?