Five and a half hours...

It's 4am and at 9.30am I can go to the dentist. Rarely ( if ever) have I been so thrilled about something so horrible. This pain is horrendous. I can think about natural childbirth without so much as a flicker of fear but the dentist fills me with bowel watering terror. I am willing to go though because this pulsating pain is excruciating. Ahhhhhh, drugs are beginning to kick in, hoorah. I am sure there is an abscess under the tooth because it has pushed the tooth up a bit, making it too big for my mouth and the top tooth keeps crashing into it ( ouch bloody ouch) I think I must have cracked my teeth together as I slept because I woke up with my whole head in screaming agony ( shut up, I am so NOT a drama queen!)
Is toothache the worst pain in the world? I think it is on a par with arthritis, that same mind blowing throbbing pain that pushes every other thought out of your head, nothing but how that FEELS. I am so grateful that I have an NHS dentist ( like gold dust, almost impossible to find these days and getting a place is even harder) as long as you attend every 6 months and don't miss appointments without giving notice, you're set for life. I love it that ours see you at a moments notice when you're in pain, I was so busy yesterday that I didn't go, thought I would be OK until today but yeesh, wish I had cancelled some of my plans yesterday and gone in.
So, back to bed I go in the hope of not grinding my teeth or lying on the sore side......wish me luck as I whimper my way into that chair tomorrow. Am scared.