Life is good because you don’t have a toothache. (At least I sure hope you don’t.) My husband has been in agonizing, foot-stomping, pull-your-hair-out-by-the-roots pain since around 1:00 am last night. Right now I’m EXCEEDINGLY GRATEFUL that I’m not him. He woke me up so I could try to find some remedy, of any sort, that could numb or at least dim the shockwaves of white-hot pain in his mouth. After about 2 hours of trial and error, failure and tears, the pain subsided enough for him to at least lie still and rest.
This morning we have been searching in desperation for an emergency appointment. I finally got one for 2pm today – praise God! It’s a holiday weekend you know – the most terror-inducing and horrifying idea someone with severe tooth pain could imagine. So keep your fingers crossed for him, and count your blessings, because life could be WAY worse for you today, WAY, WAY worse.
At least it’s not snowing!