Wednesday night it started. The first inkling of toothache...no don't touch the tooth, it'll HURT MORE. Nothing too crunchy for dinner... tsst pffft, great, a dentist visit to arrange.

Thursday it really KICKED OFF. Pain on a major scale; pain drilling into my right jaw; total total MISERY. Up in the wee small hours ransacking the bathroom cabinet for PAIN RELIEF. Re-reading the small print on the paracetamol packets to try and decide what the real maximum dose would be - as opposed to that puny 8 a day guideline they give. Would 8 during daylight hours, and four in the night still be within safety margins?? What levels of stupidity are they assuming on the part of the drug using public that they have such low limits.... What about if I had 8 paracetamol and then another couple of Ibuprofen?? And why are paracetamol sold in such small packets?

NB at times like this Sensible Self is nowhere to be heard....

Then I remembered.... The Drug Stash. Still with W's other stuff, leftover from His Last Visit.

Immediately after his death the district nurses took away any drug with the word "morphine" in it. Yes, although they cannot deliver drugs to patients, they must remove drugs once said patient is dead...{This one could be the subject of a blog post on its own... but I digress}
Because the drugs would be destroyed (guidelines say they cannot be recycled amongst patients) Nurse L decided I may as well keep the others that could be re-used, the paracetamol - big white boxes of 24 a pop - and the Diclofenac. Maximum 3 a day....

Desperate times, desperate measures. W liked Diclofenac...No time for too much research on this. Assume if cancer patient is told max 3 a day, same will apply to toothache sufferer.

What joy. How good is Diclofenac?
And waltzing through Cammo estate with Ned yesterday, I did sort of vaguely remember reading about celebrities addicted to prescription pain killers....
I'll worry about it later. Until Thursday when Dentist Craig is due to re-visit the abscess, I'll float on....