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Initially, I figured that I'd be fine and maybe I'd ditch out of work for a bit and get a couple hours' downtime. I got as far a Bryant Park, about 4 blocks away. I took some pictures at the NYPL and in the park. I was considering walking over to Times Square when my novocaine started fading. The aching in the left side of my mouth signaled that maybe I should fill that prescription for Codeine.

By the time I got to the pharmacist by my office, not 10 blocks away, the pain had built up significantly, even though my mouth was still numb.

The extraction wasn't so big a deal. When I first sat down, the dentist glanced in my mouth. I saw him go in with a mirror and something else. I didn't know what it was, but it was sharp. He poked me gums thre or four times. I thought it was one of those scraping tools until I tasted an unpleasant, yet familiar flavor. I couldn't place it at first, it was bitter and metallic. Then, as I gradually started to lose feeling in that area, I realized he had started numbing me before I even knew what was going on.

From there it was pretty straight forward. The actual extraction didn't take more than 10 minutes. He gripped the tooth, yanked on it, and twisted it. He reassured me that the crunching sound was just the root cracking. Nothing to be worried about.

That was it. When he was done, he commented on that fact that he had taken a little bone out too, but that it was nothing to worry about. I kept my eyes closed pretty tight when the whole suturing operation needed to be done. That's the sort of thing I prefer not to see. Ok, I had my eyes closed the whole time. I didn't really want to see any of it. When I walked out, I was still so chocked full of numbing wonderfulness that I thought I was fine. I called Tammi and told her it was fine. I complained that it all went too quickly and that I'd have to go to work sooner than I wanted to. Which was sort of true.

After I got my drugs, I swung by the office briefly. I let everyone know that I was in no condition to do any work and I bailed. Not really the sort of afternoon off I had hoped for.

I popped one of the codeine pills while I was still there. The pain was increasing and the numbness was still not even half way gone. I don't like taking pills. Drugs in general sort of bother me. I never remember to take medicine I'm supposed to take. And 'controlled substances' like codeine in particular freak me out. I get my buzz from booze, I prefer to leave it at that. So when the codeine didn';t help, I was quite annoyed.

I tried to sleep, but I couldn't even open my mouth without an agonizing pain emanating from my mouth. After my aunt suggested taking another pill, since I am bigger than the average patient, I didn't argue. I popped another and went to sleep.

I didn't really need more after that. I took another before going to bed that night, just to try to sleep through the night. I still woke up a few times. So much for Codeine. I'm not impressed.