When I had my tooth abscess/root canal, the dentist gave me a schedule of 2 advil, then two hours later, 2 tylenol, and on and on. That worked really well. I believe it was to avoid opiates, as my previous root canal 10 or so years ago landed me with percocet.

My mother is classic her: she just came home from a meeting, came into my apartment to say, "should we put the yard waste barrel out?" I was like, I dunno, does it have stuff in it? Yes, it does. I'm in my pajamas! Why couldn't she just put it out on her way in when she noticed it wasn't?!? I said I'd do it in the morning.

If you have kidney issues, ibuprofen is bad. (This is probably a gross generalization.)

Apparently NSAIDs (including ibuprofen) are a no for bone healing. None allowed for me.

WTAF? Bad for you specifically, or bad as a blanket policy? Because obviously it's just fine for a lot of people. And if I recall that one This American Life (?) correctly, you're way less likely to overdose on Advil than Tylenol.

I was told by my doctor when I was diagnosed with arthritis in my knee that Ibuprofen was far more toxic to the kidneys than Tylenol was on the liver, and that if I was going to take one for daily pain management, it should be tylenol.

So interesting! I've just been taking ibuprofen willy-nilly.

I loathed that fuzzy, floaty feeling that I had on opioids for three days after my wisdom tooth extraction, and found that Advil was actually more effective in treating my pain at the level it had dropped to by day 4. Of course, if I'd been dealing with something as bad as a broken leg I might have been a lot more okay with floating off into the metaphorical opium den.

Is aspirin a good option for those of us whose stomachs don't mind?

Now I need zucchini waffles. And msbelle to come fix my life.

And I have these advance copies of something I wrote (Kat I hear you from all the way over here should I send one) and I am circling them like they might sting me because this is getting nervewrackingly scary. So they are in a pile in the middle of the room. But they exist also which is amazing and at some point I will sit with them and just maybe breathe.

I've been drawing and it has been wonderful, and maybe that is what I'll be when I grow up.

Also for the first time in my entire life I have a convention I will never return to. Cannot get into it further.

this has been an irregular venting session but really what I need are zucchini waffles.

I'm sorry for whatever has made you down on that convention, hippocampus. That sucks, no matter what the story. I hope it's something that can at least be addressed, if not forgiven/forgotten/repaired.

And yay new work!

I only get the floaty feeling right when the stuff kicks in, really, maybe after that it's just addressing my pain? (Or maybe if I were on more...) But I continue to hope they'll give me some more at my visit, even if not that many. But who knows. Now that they're cracking down on use and on giving so many—doctor google found some prescribing directions at various other hospitals that said to send people home with no more than 20. I think I used 20 the first couple days!