That's right, I said it... thank goodness for the internet. I'm sure most bloggers feel the same way because, let's face it, without the internet, we'd just be thousands of people mailing letters around the world and hoping someone would pick them up and read them, find them insightful and/or entertaining, and respond to them. Highly unlikely, right?
Well despite my previously mentioned adoration for Google Reader, today I'm ridiculously thankful that you can literally Google anything. No really, I mean anything. If you can think of it, however unsual or potentially stupid you think it is, I guarantee you it's already been Googled. I remember the days of actually submitting questions to Yahoo Answers... now, I just Google my question and the previously provided Yahoo Answer to someone else's identical question pops up. It's a wonderful time saver and feeds right into that good 'ol American institution of instant gratification.
Today, it saved me a call to the doctor. Now, I know my doctor has told me in the past, "Don't trust anything you see on the internet regarding medical advice, with the possible exception of WebMD." but today I am (was) desperate. I woke up with a horrible toothache, the kind that pounds back into your ear and through your jaw, the kind that makes you want to cry out like Rocky, only instead of "Adriaaaan!!" you're howling, "Owwwiiieee!" But alas, since I have children, I have to suck it up and motor through the morning ritual.
My husband is at work today so all the morning festivities fall to me. I realized quickly while waiting for the toast to brown in the toaster oven that I was not going to make it through the day without the aid of pain medication. Thankfully, in my groggy-eyed stupor, I also realized I couldn't take Tylenol on an empty stomach. I managed to get the kids fed and choke down about 3/4 of a piece of peanut butter toast (feeding the rest to the dog, of course) before I couldn't take it any more and popped 2 Tylenol and prayed for it to kick in. I cruised around the house completing the rest of the morning routine... the tooth pain wasn't getting any better and in fact, it was quickly becoming a migraine. I was almost chanting inside my head "Please-oh-please-oh-pleeeasseee, work Tylenol, work!" Ordinarily, Tylenol is very good to me; today, it was a complete disappointment. I turned on the Disney Channel for the kids, collapsed into the couch, pulled a blanket over my head, and quietly whimpered to myself.
2 hours went by without any relief. At this point, I was praying for sleep. I knew if I could fall asleep, I would at least get some reprieve from the pain, and maybe, just maybe, when I woke up, the Tylenol would have kicked in and the pain would at least be lessened, but hopefully gone all together. But of course, sleep would not come. Twice, the phone rang. More whimpering as I realized I would have to a) actually speak with my ridiculously sore mouth and b) sound pleasant to whatever sorry souls were calling during my time of hell. Thankfully, I have great kids who saw me not feeling well and watched TV quietly, without arguing amongst themselves. It was unusual but shockingly fantastic.
Now for the last hour or so, I had been thinking about that bottle of Vicodin in my purse that was left over from when I thought I broke my finger a few months back. I've always thought the local urgent care doctor had an unhealthy obsession for handing out pain meds, but who am I to judge? :) At the time, I knew the finger pain wasn't bad enough to warrant Vicodin, but that didn't stop me from filling the prescription, knowing surely there'd be a day (hint, hint) where I'd need some for one reason or another. I figure they know you are going to do this. Why else would they give you 20 pills? TWENTY? Well alright, if you insist! *wink*
So I'd been thinking about that Vicodin, but talking myself out of taking any, since I had already taken Tylenol. About that time, a text from the hubs showed up, asking how our morning was going. I try not to bog him down with our troubles when he's at work, so I gave him the Reader's Digest version of me writhing in pain, screaming bloody murder on the couch, and my reluctance to take anything more for it. "JFGI" he says, in the nicest way possible. *sigh* I know he's right, but I had been putting it off because the battery on my Droid is almost dead and the laptop a) takes forever to boot up and b) has a ridiculously bright screen that was surely going to aggravate my headache even more. But I had come to the place where I could not take it anymore... 2 1/2 hours into this blinding pain, it was time to Google it. "Can I take vicodin..." I typed into the search engine, and Google quickly autocompleted it for me "...with tylenol". Aww yeah! Instant gratification!
Good news, I'm not going to die if I take a Vicodin on top of the 2 Tylenol I already took. I was so thankful for the previously asked and answered Yahoo Answers question, and the Vicodin in my purse. So thankful that, despite the blinding brightness of the laptop screen, I had to tell you about it. :)
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