I advice you, I'm heavily drugged as I'm writing this...
I'm not talking about emotional, existential pain. I'm talking about threshold pushing nut-busting physical disconfort.
Today, I went to my scheduled dentist meeting to take out one my wisdom teeth that had been causing problems, and instead of walking out with one less wisdom tooth I did it with TWO less wisdom teeth. Everything semed to be fine, but after a while--i.e. the anesthetic wore off--I felt the fucking pain, only matched by that time as a kid when I had surgery on my back while awake and under local anesthetic.
Before the beautiful precribed painkillers kicked in, I found myself fucking angry at nothing really in particular. I felt so angry that I just ended angry at being angry; even my stomach got angry and started hurting.
The other day I saw a squirrel going about it's bussiness and I thought it was pretty cool, but today, when I remembered the squirrel I got so pissed I hoped the damn thing gagged to death with a fucking nut.
Being the civil person that I am means I'm not prone to throwing fits but, darn, suddenly I was pacing and fuming around my house pissed at everything and replaying the procedure of gettin' the damn things out, in my head, over and over again--it wasn't particularly painful given the fact that the dentist lady is actually pretty good and keeps up to date with the newer procedures--but right then, I felt like that fucking asshole woman was the sole cause of my (and my tummy's) discomfort and deserved to be beaten into submission with a taxidermied[sic] stuffed puma. I even did the clichéd thing and used ice on my face's right side but alas, it was not to be, the pain stuck there, mocking me and my mandibles as they kept fucking throbbing for a few hours. I even got angry at my mum regarding some fucking ice-cream I could have easily fetched for myself.
Now, after the drugs(which I have to take every now and then), I'm not that angry anymore, though my tummy still is--a little, and can sort of feel myself going back to good ol' me. But for a moment, I felt like an angry motherfucking animal. I'm kinda glad now that someone, somewhere created painkillers.
Thank the drug gods.
Now I know why Dr. House is such an asshole.
Anyone else has had an experience like that?
I'm not talking about emotional, existential pain. I'm talking about threshold pushing nut-busting physical disconfort.
Today, I went to my scheduled dentist meeting to take out one my wisdom teeth that had been causing problems, and instead of walking out with one less wisdom tooth I did it with TWO less wisdom teeth. Everything semed to be fine, but after a while--i.e. the anesthetic wore off--I felt the fucking pain, only matched by that time as a kid when I had surgery on my back while awake and under local anesthetic.
Before the beautiful precribed painkillers kicked in, I found myself fucking angry at nothing really in particular. I felt so angry that I just ended angry at being angry; even my stomach got angry and started hurting.
The other day I saw a squirrel going about it's bussiness and I thought it was pretty cool, but today, when I remembered the squirrel I got so pissed I hoped the damn thing gagged to death with a fucking nut.
Being the civil person that I am means I'm not prone to throwing fits but, darn, suddenly I was pacing and fuming around my house pissed at everything and replaying the procedure of gettin' the damn things out, in my head, over and over again--it wasn't particularly painful given the fact that the dentist lady is actually pretty good and keeps up to date with the newer procedures--but right then, I felt like that fucking asshole woman was the sole cause of my (and my tummy's) discomfort and deserved to be beaten into submission with a taxidermied[sic] stuffed puma. I even did the clichéd thing and used ice on my face's right side but alas, it was not to be, the pain stuck there, mocking me and my mandibles as they kept fucking throbbing for a few hours. I even got angry at my mum regarding some fucking ice-cream I could have easily fetched for myself.
Now, after the drugs(which I have to take every now and then), I'm not that angry anymore, though my tummy still is--a little, and can sort of feel myself going back to good ol' me. But for a moment, I felt like an angry motherfucking animal. I'm kinda glad now that someone, somewhere created painkillers.
Thank the drug gods.
Now I know why Dr. House is such an asshole.
Anyone else has had an experience like that?