Got a new Fanart from Miss Jessica. This is obviously her favorite character, James. I don’t think I ever mentioned it, but I know Jessica because her husband is an old friend of mine from high school, and who the character James is heavily based.  Thanks Jess. And happy birthday, real-James.

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Guys,

So sorry I missed you Wednesday. I didn’t even put up an update amendment like I usually do.
Tuesday night I had most of this done (this is actually only PART of the intended post for Wednesday) and about 6pm my angry tooth decided it was time to go nuclear on me. Toothaches are toothaches, but this little pissant brought me to my knees as the night wore on. Just think: unrelenting, non-stop pain like someone is wedging a shard of glass into your gums.

I had to go to the ER just for some pain meds because nothing was alleviating the mouth-hurt. My jaw felt like it was trying to exile itself from the rest of me and start it’s own country. It was bad. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Okay.. ex-father-in-law, maybe. But that’s about it. Then Wednesday I stood in agony over the sink for eight hours straight swishing Listerine in my mouth and writhing in pain as I waited for my dentist appointment (which wasn’t until Thursday.)  Went through two bottles.

I mean, when a toothache is that bad, you can’t function as a person. You can’t sleep, you can’t think. All you can do is struggle to manage the pain. You can’t get rid of it. It doesn’t heal when it’s your tooth. It’s part of you. You can only attempt to make it less than excruciating. And nothing was working. Nothing. And very little will when it’s the root. My only option was to try and sleep through it, and I hadn’t slept in 3 days by this point. Then my mom brought me some NyQuil. God Bless you NyQuil. You actually work.

Regardless, all better now! Found a pro dentist who didn’t take no s#!t from teeth. I’ll have a decent sized post for you all Monday. :D