I'm working on a real post for everyone, and settling in for a day of catching up on y'all's blogs. I didn't want to mar the new post with a dental update, though.
So y'all are going to look politely away when I confess I pretty much wimped out? I went in and
started sobbing asked more questions. He said they could possibly still heal with the medicine he put in there, so as long as I can bear the pain, he said, then my body might heal itself.
If there is anything my twenties taught me to do, or my foot has taught me to do, it's how to live with pain. No problem.
The root canal, which might need to be re-done, is what it is, but it can wait.
The big clue phone for me was when I realized I would a million times rather bear the pain than go through a dental procedure right now. I just need a break, is all. I need to re-work up my courage.
Besides, I've been wanting to do a juice cleanse for ages, so this might be a good time.
I got some hot chocolate, and settled in to respond to your comments, and I realized just thinking about the dentist again was doubling my blood pressure.
So please forgive me. I'll see you on your blogs this afternoon, and my next post is going up in a second, too.
Thanks for all your support, and for sharing your stories! They made me feel less alone. That's one of the gifts of the internet, I think.