So, I've been having strange mouth pain, which after a few days turned into most definately tooth pain. Since I'd just had said tooth majorly repaired for a broken marginal ridge, I was not too thrilled. Saw the dentist on Friday and he said what I dreaded hearing...root canal. He said the repair he did was quite deep and there was obviously a microscopic bacteria that got in there and got infected. Ouch! So, I go back next Friday for that, after the antibiotic has time to work. He gave me Darvocet for pain, which I knew nothing about. I was more concerned with the antibiotic, since about every one I've ever taken I've had a reaction of some sort to.
I started the meds last night and quickly realized how sssllleeeppppyyy I was. Court was fighting his own battle with a head cold, so we were both medicated and half out of it, while the boys ran the house. They seemed to enjoy taking full advantage of their drugged out parents. I felt like such a bad mother, after I woke up. :)
Took the meds again today but felt so woozy. Unfortunately, I was at formations when this feeling hit me. I have never felt so strange in my life. I finally decided it wasn't going away and knew I had to get home. A friend had been there to serve our breakfast, and thankfully she was able to drive me home. Her husband followed in their vehicle. I came home and slept hard for a good long while. Meanwhile, I was also quite entertaining to my family. I went to yell for Andrew, but somehow yelled "Leather" instead?? Then I just couldn't stop giggling...
Needless to say, we'll be cutting that dose in half and living with the pain. Hopefully the antibiotic will start working soon, and 1/2 dose of pain meds will still allow me to be a fully functional adult. At least as much as I was before the Darvocet. :)