
Last night, around 1030pm, I felt like the whole left side of my mouth was gonna fall from my head. Terrible toothache, in fact, worst ever in my life. Off to Porto Alegre - thank God by that time of the night roads were pretty empty, so we made it really really fast - I ended up at a really huge hospital that didn't have an emergency dentist on call... WHAT?!
I could barely open my eyes 'cuz of the aweful pain and off we go to the general clinic. Yes, they've a dentist on call! It was already 11pm then. It took him 40 minutes to arrive, and during this time I was in fetal position, trying to stay as still as I could, so the pain didn't come back. It was coming in waves, killing me at some points and vanishing at others.
The dentist arrives. He asks me which one is hurting. I pointed. He sees nothing wrong. Takes an x-ray. He is sure it's not the one I pointed, but the next one that is the trouble maker. The pain is just so much, I can't even point the right one?! Ok.. Just make it stop!!!!
Three shots of anesthesia (one of them right in my nerve, made me scream so loud I couldn't believe it was really happening), numb to my ear (yes, I think that was the same drug they use on horses, 'cuz even my nose was numb! Thank you, Lord, for this...), lots of pain and a temporary fix later, he tells me I need a root canal. Yaaay! True fun.... NOT!
Got home by 130am, to crash on bed. It has been ages since I had that much of good time on a Monday night. Ouch...