So it Begins

Monday night, chatting with the girlfriend on the phone, my jaw began to hurt; for most people that would mean that they have been talking too long, wrap it up, exchange good-byes go to bed. End of story.

Not I. I must always kick thing up a notch. So I decided that the best course of action would be to develop an infection to explain the mysterious pain. Fortunately for me I had my wisdom teeth remove about a month and a few odd days ago. There is a wonderful strain of bacterium that doesn't use oxygen. As the holes cut into my gums would have just healed over cutting of air to that particular space, that was the one to go with. I check in the mirror and lo and behold the little buggers settled right into the lower left extraction site and set up house, but apparently they weren't satisfied with the area allocated to them, and they just started to terraform my face to suit them well.  The end result was  significant swelling. it was as if I decided to lodge a golf ball in my cheek. 

I went to bed and ignored the little part of me telling me to go seek medical advice, as well as the little part of me telling me I wasn't being "hardcore" enough. In the morning I found that the resort for anaerobic bacteria was much more than I bargained for, by this time I have what appears to be a water balloon tucked nicely away. A bit like those chipmunks you see scampering to and fro. Anyway I called up the dentist and let her in on the plan I had hatched, this led to much concern on her part, along with a demand to se me "Today". I called up some my friends, and found one (actually I only have one) willing to take me to the dentist. Thanks M.