It started as just a ….wrong….sensation. Up there in the left upper jaw. It just felt kind of full. And then it was fullblown: abscessed tooth. The pain exploded night before last, so yesterday I hit the drug-sample cabinet first thing: ahh, antibiotics!

Interesting thing about this particular antibiotic….it has a very rare side effect of causing spontaneous tendon rupture. The phenomenon has been reported in just a few people. And I’m one of them–but that is another story.

It also causes nightmares. Vivid, horrid nightmares. The first time it happened, I woke DH with my blood curdling scream in the middle of the night. I remember that, though I don’t remember the actual dream. It is, however, a very effective drug, and particularly useful in fighting off mouth bacteria.

And it was free for the taking.

The dream this time was about a stalker on a bicycle. He peeked into the small window at the door of my apartment, and I could see his shadow pacing back and forth on the front porch. I picked up the phone, and tried to call my mother (um…she died in 1984….) but she wouldn’t answer me….and I kept pushing the buttons….and finally the police answered…..and I was relieved cause I knew I would soon be safe….and I felt angry and abandoned that my mother wouldn’t answer me…..and then the pain in my jaw startled me awake again…

I’m quite sure there is a best-selling “Mommie Dearest” psychological thriller somewhere in there.

But I hurt too much. And I’m too tired to think about it.

Time for a pill.