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Don't feel too bad about it. Listen to this shit...
I had a tooth that died and that was the worst pain I ever felt. I was having a toothache for a few days but it was manageable with some ambesol and aspirin. I was in crunch time on a job and had no time see to a dentist. The pain got gradually worse until I was using a bottle of tequila someone had given to me as a gift years ago. A small sip here and there would give me the most relief. The end of my deadline coincided with a holiday and I was unable to go get it pulled. I was in fucking agony almost to the point of being on the floor curled up in a ball, wondering if I should call 9-11. I had this weird idea the EMT's would laugh at me for calling 9-11 for a toothache.
My wife walked in and was seriously concerned when she saw how much pain I was in. One side of my head felt like it was being crushed in a vice and other feelings I can't describe. And I could barely speak. She called my father in law, who happens to be an oral surgeon. We got in the car to meet him at his office and I took the tequila with me. I swigged it and spit out the window when I got tired of swallowing it -- and I didn't want to get pissy drunk. I was pounding on the dashboard and we were about a block from the office when the pain just stopped almost instantly. It was really strange but I was happy as fuck at that moment. We went in anyway and got it pulled, but told me when the pain stopped, that was the nerve dying.
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