Waiting for the codeine to kick in.....

Ok.  I've only got a little bit of time before I become blissfully jello-ish.  Had to fight way too stinkin' hard to get this Tylenol 3 but in the meantime I just have to vent.  I really hate my dentist.  I mean I REALLY hate my dentist.  Funny thing is I'm pretty convinced he likes me.  He thinks I'm funny.  Only thing is when I tell him I hope he hurts himself with his drill, he thinks I'm making a joke.  Nope!  I really would like to see him put his eye out with that thing. 

I should preface this rant by saying I'm just coming off my third visit to fix this damn tooth.  I'm about ready to rip the *$@# 'er out myself.  So I'm apt to be a bit grumpy to begin with.  Anyway....  First off, the man is a crappy listener.  You know the kind, finishes your sentences for you and invariably gets it wrong.  Other thing is he thinks he's cute for saying outrageous things.  Dude doesn't know me well enough to joke about the stuff he does.  On visit number two he asked me why I didn't take my husbands last name..... "Weren't sure you wanted to stay married for that long?!  Heh heh heh."  Jerk.  That was two days from my sixteenth wedding anniversary. 

Next, he has no clue what RA is.  I brought it up to be put in my record and got the requisite "sore knee" story from him.  When he was to give me a prescription I reminded him that I was taking Mtx and twice now he has answered with a big dumb grin "Meth-a-trex-what?!"  I'm thinking you really ought to pretend to be competent and at least look it up.  Why else do they ask you to inform them of this crap if they just obviously  ignore it. 

They've had to delay my root canal part way through twice now cuz it was infected.  It's been a pain in the butt cuz it collects food, but after the last time I took my Mtx it became a pain in the jaw.  Couldn't sleep it was thumpin' so hard.  So went in yesterday for my scheduled appt. and explained that it really hurt and told him I wondered if the renewed fervor of the infection didn't correlate with the immunosuppresant qualities of my Mtx.  Said he thought that was a good theory but who knows.

Anyway, later on the novacaine wears off and it still hurts like a son-of-a-gun.  I try to tough it through the night with ice packs, but it's also just my luck to be a nocturnal tooth grinder.  Sat myself bolt upright more times than I can count.  So I'm watching the sun come up and staring at the clock, counting the minutes for their office to open.  I NEED something for this pain.

Next beef: receptionists.  Even if they aren't empathetic, shouldn't they at least be trained to fake it?! The cow actually chuckled when I explained that I'm getting a bit panic-y, it hurts so bad.  Now I've been told I have a fairly decent sense of humor, but DAMN!  NOT when I am in pain!!  I wanted to air horn her and hang up, but I need this script.  I also took a deep breath and did what I had been afraid to do, and that was to share that I'm concerned the good Dr. doesn't understand RA is a autoimmune disease and not the same thing as his B-ball injury.  He actually made a joke yesterday mid-drill about me being an old lady with arthritis.  (See?!!)  I told the receptionist that what ever he prescribes me for pain needs to be informed with knowing what RA is and an eye for possible interactions with Mtx.  I don't know if it effects anything or not, but I need for HIM to.