On Friday, I went to the dentist to get my permanent fake teeth put in. Lord in Heaven. Nothing is easy. Firstly, I'm a fucking baby about novocaine shots, so I had to get the laughing gas just to get the four regular shots. And then one of my teeth would not, for the life of it, numb up. So after the first four regular shots of novocaine, I had to get two extra shots on the left side of my face. I was numb and swollen up to my left eyeball, which was a really special experience. Before I left, they gave me a mega extra strength Motrin.
Then, I went home. My dentist instructed me to eat, and take a viccodin if my teeth hurt. The novoaine wore off and my mouth didn't hurt that bad so I ate and had a beer. Which was probably a mistake, but whatever. Then, later, my teeth started to hurt so before I went to bed I had a viccodin.
So I woke up Saturday morning, sick as a dog, vomiting up my stomach acids. Apparently, the amount of novocaine itself could've had that effect (according to the internet), but I certainly didn't make it better. Sorry, body.
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