Ok, on Thursday night I went out to eat w/ my family and at Applebee's I broke my very very back lower tooth. On the way home the pain hit big time. I called all day on Friday and apparently dentists in my rural area don't work on Friday (and we make fun of banker's hours). So, by Friday afternoon I am screaming in pain. I would rather go through labor at this point. I go up to my doctor's office and they told me to go to ER. I don't believe in using the ER for a doctor's office but I was in such pain I would have went to the morgue if I thought it would have helped. I go and this doc looks me over after waiting FOUR hours in the waiting room and gives me a prescription for 10 lortab 5 mg. Now, I live in a town with ONE red light literally. There is no pharmacy open at this time, the nearest one is 45 min away. So, I said umm.. could you not give me something right now? Well, he gives me a pill and on my way I go. About three hours later I am to the point of shaking, vomitting, and screaming at home. My hubby says, there is no possible way you can do this all night and takes me back up there. They see me right away and give me a shot of phenergan and delodid. Well, I go home and go to sleep for about 2 hours. Wake up and hubby says my face is about the size of a melon. I can barely see it is so swollen. The kind ER doctor calls me on Sat morning to see how I was and hubby tells him, she can't talk and her mouth and face are swollen. ER doc tells him to bring me back. Now, I am out of it at this point, so he loads me up and they actually give me another shot of this cocktail. Why I have no clue. I seriously have ZERO memory of all day yesterday. My face is still swollen but apparently this doc also ran an antibiotic cocktail into me. Just wanted to vent a little as I still look like some elephant man and have to go to the dentist first thing in the morning for I am sure a root canal... ugh.