I have been fighting a cold for more than a week now and am
in the third day (I believe) of a toothache.
The cold is almost gone and is now the least of my problems. I began taking an antibiotic when the tooth
pain first began. That and the Tylenol
Extra Strength seemed to be doing the job until yesterday afternoon. That’s when the tooth pain was kicked up a
notch or two and I had to forgo the trip out to Minister’s Island. To add misery to pain, I became nauseated
before bedtime and was hugging the toilet in no time, or as we use to say in my
younger days, “Praying to the porcelain goddess and calling Ralph!”
With the tooth still aching I finally had to resort to some
Vicodin ES that was left over from Carol Ann’s hip replacement last
spring. I started with half of a tablet and then the second half of the tablet and then still another half. This morning I was no better and had to
cancel out of the morning’s bus tour and lunch.
While I was still in bed, Carol Ann found a dentist that would see me at
11:30AM. While sitting in the chair
waiting for him I informed the attendant that I was nauseated (“I’M GOING TO
THROW UP!!!”) and she offered me a receptacle (“HERE’S A BUCKET!!!”) and handed
me the trashcan. After 3 such episodes
and an x-ray the dentist gave me a prescription for a new antibiotic and
recommended an OTC anti-nausea medicine.
We returned to the motorhome where I promptly returned to bed. It is now 8:30PM and I have been up about an hour, managing to eat some scrambled eggs. Now it’s back to bed and hoping that tomorrow will come up roses because we will be driving to our next stop, fortunately only 72 miles distant.
We returned to the motorhome where I promptly returned to bed. It is now 8:30PM and I have been up about an hour, managing to eat some scrambled eggs. Now it’s back to bed and hoping that tomorrow will come up roses because we will be driving to our next stop, fortunately only 72 miles distant.
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