Friends, tomorrow is a really scary day for me. Tomorrow, I have to go to the dentist where I’ll be placed under conscious sedation for surgery. *Cue scary music* Last week I had the worst pain on the lower left side of my jaw. I mean, severe
pain. It was so bad I couldn’t even open my mouth for 3 days so I was existing purely on protein shakes, yogurt, and veggie broth. It was the kind of pain that had tears rolling down my cheeks and taking about 4,000 mg of Tylenol per day. If you know me you know I’m that girl
that never takes medicine unless I absolutely have no other choice. The fact that I took even a single Tylenol, much less 4,000 mg, was a really huge deal. The moment my husband saw me open the bottle he said, “That’s it. We’re making a dentist appointment.” I cried. Seriously.
I made the appointment though and last Thursday I saw the dentist (who actually turned out to be a super nice guy). I couldn’t open my mouth enough for him to take the necessary internal x-rays or to do very much of an inspection (hooray for mirrors!) and he confirmed my worst fear – surgery is required. Tomorrow morning, at 8am, I’ll be sitting in the dentist chair to have my wisdom teeth removed, another procedure completed on a back molar, and a deep cleaning. I know I probably sound like a coward (I am when it comes to my teeth) but the anxiety is real. I know I’ll feel better when it’s over and, if all goes well, we’ll be going to the Atlanta Taco Festival on May 1st where I hope to indulge on dozens of tacos. Remember, I’ve barely eaten in a week!
Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion. – Philippians 2:1
I am fortunate that I have found an amazingly compassionate dentist, the patient chairs are actually massage chairs, and he has televisions mounted in both the wall and the ceiling along with headphones so I can watch / listen to my favorite shows instead of having to hear the sound of those dental instruments in my mouth. Eek! Right? (BTW…if you’re in Atlanta I recommend you check out my awesome new dentist
I did everything I could think of to distract myself away from the upcoming procedure. I spring cleaned my apartment like MAD. I cleaned the bathrooms all the way down to scrubbing the bathtub and shaking out the rugs. I washed every single piece of dirty laundry we had. Then I cleaned up and made a mad dash to Target (yes, Target) for a couple new boxes of snail mail cards for my next shipment. Side Note: I couldn’t care less about Target’s bathroom policy. A restraining order never stopped a man from stalking/beating/murdering a woman and a bathroom sign has never stopped anyone from assaulting/raping someone. If bad people want to be bad, they are going to find a way to do it regardless of what sign is posted on a door. Wish me luck friends and please, send lots of prayers my way! I trust my dentist completely but my anxiety is likely to push me to levels of insanity by the end of today. Am I the only coward afraid of the dentist? Oh! And if you haven’t signed up to receive snail mail from me yet you can click the little happy mail icon over there in the sidebar and sign up.