I've come to the conclusion I am not as young as I used to be. I had to get a tooth extracted on Tuesday (mostly because this particular tooth wasn't doing anything in the process of chewing) so they took it out. Now, I've had teeth extracted before and normally I'm a little sore the few hours after and then I'm good to go. Well this time, there was no "good to go". I went to the pharmacy after the docs to get my medicine and had to wait a friggin hour for them to fill it (stupid Walmart). After seeing my face for the first time in the mirror, I realized I looked like I had swallowed a softball so I called my wonderful roomie to ask if she'd pick up my prescription for me and I headed home to ice my HUGE cheek. And home was where I layed until Friday morning when I forced myself to go back to work. I have never been in this much pain. The only way I can describe it is I feel like I've had my mouth kicked by someone in steel toed boots. I feel like the doctor took my tooth, my gums and part of my jaw bone with the extraction. Only made it half a day at work on Friday, and I was home again on the couch icing my mouth and taking my meds (as well as some I-be-brokens). Its now Saturday and I'm feeling about 75% better. I'm still waiting for the dull ache to go away, and when the mouth has a dull ache, it really does hurt. Tayllor, of course, is bored out of his mind and wants to go do things but I'm trying to heal myself. I mostly feel bad because I promised him I'd take him to the ice park today and we'd play on the ice playground, but it ain't happening this weekend. *sigh* my fingers are crossed I'll wake up tomorrow and be 100% better!!