For close to a month, I have struggled with a toothache in my lower right molar.
I went through a full 10 day course of Antibiotics.
The toothache calmed down.
Then the bastard had the cajones to check back in to see how things were going. Ppppth. Thoughtful but oh so not necessary.
Last Wednesday, I visited the ER in a desperate attempt to kick it’s arse.
Antibiotics and prescription pain medicine. Sweet relief, right?
Wrong.
This bastard was here to stay.
I spent all day Wednesday and Thursday in bed. I threw up. I managed to eat. I wanted to cling to the ceiling and never come back down.
Friday I had to force myself to help with our yard sale efforts.
By Saturday morning, I was exhausted. Yet I made it until nearly 11am until I had to call it quits and collapse into bed, once again, defeated by a tooth.
Sunday morning we skipped church. I felt great for most of the day, only taking Extra Strength Tylenol. I stayed out of bed. Finally! I had turned a corner! Hope began to creep into my heart.
By Sunday night, hope skipped town and Hell all too happily took it’s place.
Monday morning found me writhing in bed, eyes rolling into the back of my head, shuddering, clenching my hands into fists which nearly drew blood, crying out to God to make the pain stop. Even after administering the maximum dose of pain medication. I wished for unconsciousness.
My husband got on the phone with our church, the local walk-in dentist, managed to snag me an appointment with a local dentist recommended by our church later that afternoon.
By my appointment, I found myself again in the throes of wicked pain. Wicked, wicked, wicked pain. I prayed for the pain of my first labor – and that’s saying a lot – my first labor was Pit riddled with a non-working epi. Nasty stuff, people, nasty!
The dentist examined me, made a phone call, and scheduled me for extraction the next morning. He also wrote new prescriptions for me, including an anti-nausea med. God bless him.
Tuesday morning, I practically skipped over to his office to get this bad boy removed.
The dentist who extracted my tooth was amazing. Course, the Nitrous Oxide and damned fine Novocaine (which didn’t wear off for another 6 hours or so) helped.
I sit here with a gaping hole in my mouth. Sure, it hurts. A little.
What was the cost for all of this to me?
Absolutely nada.
And that folks, is the miracle.
God is good.
