Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Friday, July 18, 2003
If the angel of death comes to me at this very moment, I would welcome him with open arms. I want to die. Right now. Seriously.
Extreme waves of pain interrupted my dreams of me slaving away in the office.
My gum infections are at it again. I can feel it swelling into the size of Tommy Lee's dick. Shit.
If I'm not being the considerate daughter that I am, I would take the car, rush out of the house and rob Mercury Drug a few tablets of Cephalexin. I remember that it was the medicine that my dentist prescribed to me two months ago when I was suffering the same fate. Mefenamic Acid (pain killers) are no longer effective.
In desperation, I swallowed Ascorbic Acid, Vitamin E, and Calcium at 4 in the morning. I was trying to put the placebo effect theory to the test (you know, the one where other people tricks you into taking a placebo tablet and then you get well because you think it was the real thing).
I can't wait for daylight to come so I can knock the door of any dentist.
I swear, when everything's back to normal again, I'm not going to touch any chocolates, sweets, or even carbonated drinks for the rest of my life. I mean it.
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