I said I needed to update my blog to a group of friends and family via email last night in correspondence regarding adoption reference letters they are writing. Then, I read Ashley’s comment about needing to update so that the weird guyliner post isn’t at the top any more, so…
I’m in the most dental pain I can ever recall having in my near entire 30 years of living at this moment!
All I can think of through every throb and wave of pain is of my dear dad who has been through dental hell the last 3 months. Seriously, it’s taken me like 20 minutes to stop crying, which I’ve waited all day to do apparently. I’m notorious for shelving the need to get medical care which always leads to emergencies. A combination of high pain thresholds and plain stubbornness has clearly landed me in this predicament, the gall bladder emergency surgery, and the near hysterectomy 3 years ago. Why?!? Why, oh why do I do this?!
So, I’m googling emergency dentists. My regular dentist was able to fit me in Thursday due to a cancellation, but it simply can’t wait another 31 hours. I’ve got another call into Dr. Mazer (I’ve met him and his family at Browns Bridge and one of his hygienists, Leslie, is on our small group leader team in Middle School). I’ve heard great things about him and his practice, so I’m hoping they can fit me in.
At this moment, I’m contemplating finding pliers and pulling the tooth myself. Orajel is giving me about 2 minutes of slight relief at a time. I feel silly asking God to heal me as there are others with far worse circumstances. But I sure would appreciate a call from the dentist’s office at 7am telling me to come in and be someone’s first patient in the morning.
For the next 3 hours, maybe I’ll continue the work on my lengthy Adoption Personal Study. Or, I could categorize my iphoto library for possible adoption profile pics we can use. Or write the Dear Birth Mom letter. Or, do more fund raising planning. Or, just curl up in fetal position and sob uncontrollably!
Oral pain really is the worst, isn’t it?