Toothache!

As most people who have had a serious toothache know, it can really drive you crazy.

We had chicken grilled to perfection last night, but I had to give part of my piece to Joe because it hurt so much to chew. I am glad that I have leftover hydromorphone, the narcotic that was prescribed for the pain from my kidney surgery. Pain is pain, and I felt much better this morning after taking some. Tylenol just doesn't do it, plus I am not supposed to take too much of it because it's bad for the liver.

I am counting down the days to Thursday, when I can get the damn thing pulled. Everyone reacts to these things differently; I predict I will hunker down and take more pain meds.

I also hope that at my post-op on Wednesday, I will be cleared to return to yoga. When I first get out of bed in the morning, I limp to the bathroom like an elderly person. I am feeling very uncomfortable in my body. Some of the steri-strips are peeling off my incision and it looks totally healed, so I think it's OK to do a little yoga on my own without fear of having the thing pop open.

It doesn't help that after watching "Breaking Bad" last night I had terrible nightmares.