Ok, they aren't all evil

Finally, relief. After last weeks many trips to the dentist, my mouth was ready to leave me. I was ready to let it. I mean, I was already pissed that he didn't give me real pain killers. German dentists sometimes. Yes, that fucking hurts! You think I flinch to make your life difficult? Geeze. I asked him for a prescription for pain killers. He says, of course I'll prescribe something. And he did: ibuprofen 400. I told my cousin and she says, thats what you take when you have a hangnail. No shit. 400s? I'm sure I can get a middle school drug dealer to give me better than that. Oh well. Thank God an Angel came along and gave me the gift of, well, good stuff. Right, so there was pain over the weekend, and yesterday I had to leave work it was bothering me so badly. I couldn't go back to my dentist, because, naturally, he's on vacation. I had to go somewhere else today. I knew that mine had done something wrong, but I don't want to get into all of that. I went to a different guy, he had to open up where the tooth had been. That means open the healing shit going on in there back up, and clean it out to the bone. Not painless even with the injections. He did, gave me some antibiotics in there, and medicine. He was really nice, and wrote a letter for me to give to my regular dentist. (he really isn't but that's another story) I hope it says he's an idiot and he had me going through unnecessary pain. Probably doesn't. But it would be nice if it did. Then he told me to call if I felt so much as a synapse and they'd take care of it. He's my hero. The first few hours were miserable, but now...I feel pretty good for the first time in a week. Hopefully I'll be eating real food again soon. I can't wait until my dentist gets back. I'll be letting him know I'm switching oral care providers.