The Longest Day (Part 4)

'In Time' -

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

The final six hours – Tuesday 8 November 8pm to Wednesday 9 November 2am
My friend and I got to the cinema with plenty of time before In Time and took our assigned seats.

I settled in and arranged at hand what I’d need throughout the movie – my fud and drink, my moist wipes to keep my hands clean and a small plastic bag for my rubbish.

A few minutes later, the session began.

A few ads and previews played, and then In Time began.

And about 10-15 minutes after that, the demon Dental Pain returned.

Once again, that ice-pick stabbed back into my gum and did its Chubby Checker impersonation.

Oh, for crying out loud…

I didn’t, though, because I didn’t want to annoy my friend.

So I decided to bear it in silence, and not only did I grit my teeth for the next 90 minutes or so I tried other ways repeatedly to manage or obliterate that pain.

Like resting my right jaw upon my right hand and pushing up as hard as I could.

And taking big mouthfuls of water and rinsing furiously.

And pushing my whole body back into my chair as hard as I could.

And hoping that In Time would become compelling and involving enough that I could completely lose myself within it and forget about that fucking ache in my mouth.

Alas, In Time was only so-so, a film with an interesting premise that was delivered with half-arsed execution.

And although the aching never got worse despite my desperate measures against it, Dental Pain stayed until the end of the film.

Fucking bastard.


In Time ended, my friend and I parted, and I got home not long before midnight.

I showered, sat down at the PC and went online until I felt tired enough to go to bed.

I also hoped that Dental Pain wouldn’t return then, and fortunately it didn’t…

…but what if it did while I was sleeping?

I decided to risk taking some of the sleeping medication that I get every now and then from my psychiatrist. Sometimes it works spectacularly, like giving me eight hours of blissful uninterrupted sleep – but sometimes it fails just as spectacularly, like giving me not even four hours of sleep.

Still, it was worth a try.

Finally at around 2am, I started nodding off.

I hauled myself up the ladder to my loft-bed, turned on the desk-fan at the head of my bed and snuggled in under my quilt.

As the wonderful cool air from the fan blew gently over me, I closed my eyes and hoped that sleep would arrive soon and take me safe and sound until daylight.

Soon, I drifted off.

The next day
About eight uninterrupted hours later, I woke up feeling absolutely wonderful.

I got up by going back down my bed’s ladder, and did a few hours’ work while still feeling wonderful.

Late that afternoon, I headed out to attend my regular Wednesday-night pub-trivia game with another friend – and, most important of all, visit my local chemist on the way.

Believe it or not, that very day my chemist was having a store-wide sale where everything was 20% off…

…and when I asked a sales assistant about what to get, she sympathised because she had suffered similarly in the past, expertly showed me exactly what I needed and pleasantly wished me all the best…

…and when I went to the chief pharmacist to finally get some extra-strength painkillers, he recommended a cheap generic brand.

The best was still to come, however, about an hour or so later.


At the pub, while I was waiting for my dinner to arrive, Dental Pain returned yet again.

I took two of the painkillers.

Five minutes later, Dental Pain vanished. Completely.

And the steak I had that night was one of the best I’d ever had.

By meal’s end, I felt even more wonderful.

It was great to be alive again.


About a month later, Dental Pain returned with the ice-pick for another long day.

I may give that sequel its own post…but then again, in my planned epilogue to this series, I may just include it in brief.

Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂

About blackandblueman

Black and Blue Man lives in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
This entry was posted in Anger, Gratitude, Happiness, Life Challenges, Life is Good, My Story, Pain. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to The Longest Day (Part 4)

  1. Pip says:

    Keep up the good work BBM. Whenever somebody around me goes on and on about how great it would be to live among the trees like our ancestors, I always have a one-word answer for them: dentistry.

    BTW, whatever happened Workshy Joe?

    • Thank you – and that’s a great one-word answer indeed 🙂

      As for Joe, I haven’t heard from him since his last post at Average Cohabiting Chump. Wherever he is, I hope he’s happy and well.

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