Fools! Did they really think dental torture could stop me?!
HA, I say!
Took twice the dose of anesthetic usually required for someone of my mass, and still wasn't completely numbed. Last trip, they managed to get me completely numb, but it took a full four syringes - 7.2ml - three times the normal dose.
I've been awake since noon-thirty PST on Thursday. Had twelve bags' worth of pomegranate green tea, more than a gallon of the watered down Arizona brand "tea" I usually drink cold, and a 24oz Rockstar, to boot. Although not the pomegranate Rockstar I like. Bitches at the quick-shop only had regular and sugar-free.
I can only assume that the fact that I haven't succumbed to tachycardia or dropped dead means I am an immortal, and will soon begin sword-fighting to determine rulership of the universe.
Fear my hand-and-a-half sword!
Or maybe I've just been up too long? Funny, suppressing panic attacks and repressing the urge to curb-stomp the person actively hurting you for a solid hour tends to make one forget trivialities such as mind-numbing exhaustion.
Also got to worry the hell out of my mom. You think suggesting that my solution for the pain was to take the entire bottle of hydrocodone was a bit much? I mean, come on... It's only 5500mg. Even if I washed it down with that bottle of vodka, I don't think it'd be lethal...
Still, "ooh, ooh! He has a death-wish! Worry worry!" Pfft. Humans. Really. Suggesting that I'd step in front of a truck? Everyone with any sense knows that at 35mph, that hit wouldn't be fatal - it'd just have good odds of making one a paraplegic.
Not that I actually tried the entire bottle, mind you. It was merely a suggestion when she was bitching that I should have self-medicated and taken two or three when one didn't work. Cause, yeah, opiate overdose is really something you want to taunt... addiction issues aside.
...What was I saying? Oh, right. Awake thirty-three hours. Brain no fire on all cylinders anymore. Pain. Anxiety attacks. Chest pains. Teeth still suck. No GECKing in near future. Hate life. Hate family. Hope all dentists get Gonorrhea.
And now, I go to inspect a rifle! Silly Reader, I can't pass out! Shit needs to be done before tomorrow!
Fuck, I still have to put sheets on the bed, too...