Ugh, what a night. And I got in late for work because I caught the wrong bus. Pro tip, the 711 and the 717 look identical if you don’t read the number on the front. Because they’re both buses.
But anyway, that’s not the main issue I had this morning. The main issue I had was a doozy. The main issue was this damn tooth thing. I woke up in the night with an appalling toothache. Like, this can’t wait until morning, this is emergency room morphine shit right now, felt like my jaw was trying to pull itself off my skull. I took a couple of painkillers and tried to sleep it off but no. Ended up driving myself to the emergency room at about 02:00am.
I spent another Hellish two hours waiting there after they tried to convince me to go home and then visit a dentist in the morning, and I told them that was all fine but I was in agony. They still made me wait because apparently they don’t do teeth. The guy at the desk said something about a dental technician or something being available soon, but I still had to wait and to be honest I wasn’t exactly lucid. After a short eternity the technician or whatever showed up and looked in my mouth and was like yeah, you have a cavity on one of your teeth that looks pretty gnarly, it’ll have to get cleaned out and a filling put in. I hadn’t been able to see it when I was looking in the mirror, but I had little choice but to trust him. Back to waiting.
While I was waiting, and looking for something to distract myself, I was texting with my family in Australia. They were mostly awake at this point. My dad, by strange coincidence, just happened to have a confusing but reasonably urgent legal issue to go over with me – you know, just what I wanted to do with one side of my head feeling like it had been hit with an axe. Anyway, he needed to clear some information about a property deed over in Australia. No idea what it was really about but he needed to get signatures from all three of his kids and since I was in Finland I had to do it electronically, which meant my brother and sister had to as well, and that meant we had to timestamp our signatures on the deed to show we’d all done it at the same time.
After some confusion with the date format – for some reason the Australian property bureaucracy was using the US mm-dd-yyyy format instead of the sense-making dd-mm-yyyy or even better yyyy-mm-dd – I got it signed and I finally got in to see a proper dentist. By now it was almost 06:00am and I was delirious with agony.
The dentist checked me out and said there was no problem. My teeth were all fine. He told me I’d probably slept on it wrong and pulled a muscle and gotten a migraine, or something like that. It sounded like bullshit to me. He sent me back out into the waiting room because there was some sort of swab test he was going to take, but it was pretty clear he just wanted me to go home.
As I sat back down out in the waiting room, I got another text from my dad saying that the signature timestamp thing needed a full timestamp, with the hours and minutes as well as the date.
With my last strength I sent him back the message, “Look dad, I can’t concentrate on this now. Whatever time the deed took place, my cavity wasn’t there.”