Der arme Nidhali

My poor baby Nidhal had one of his wisdom teeth cut out on Tuesday. He was in pain and such, but the medication was helpful (Vicodin). But then last night, the pain level rose dramatically, and he has been in awful pain since then. He kept wanting to take more Vicodin, but I refused to let him because that would be way too much acetaminophen. (Wow, I spelled acetaminophen right on the first try). So the poor boy was whimpering and I couldn't do anything about it because we were out of Ibuprofen (which can be taken with acetaminophen apparently). Then at 2 a.m. he had me call the doctor's office, and the doctor said absolutely no more Vicodin and that he should take some Ibuprofen. Thanks, Doc. I already knew that. So we then drove to Meijer at 2:30 in the morning. I have never been to Meijer at that time of night, and Nidhal got his Advil. My Nidhal is now dozing in bed, waiting for his doctor's appointment at 2:15. They think it's a dry socket, and it definitely sounds like one. I just hope they can relieve some of the pain for him.

That's my news for the week. That and I definitely had a quick-witted moment at work yesterday... you know, when there's a situation that just needs the perfect one-liner... Yeah, well, I definitely spit it out and had everyone around me dying of laughter. I consider that quite an accomplishment.