It’s been a strange couple of weeks. I’m not used to being sick (although I’ve been sick more in the past few months than I’ve ever been before) and my tooth abscess has thrown me off. But it’s not just me, Jon’s been sick too. It feels like we’re taking turns. He takes care of me, I take care of him…….who ever’s feeling not as bad as the other does the care taking. And as unpleasant as it is, it makes me appreciate my life and be grateful for all I have.
As I told Dr. Coco this morning at the Dentist Office, I’m glad to be here because you’re going to make me feel better. Even though I expected it might be painful (I thought they were going to drain my abscess because after a week of penicillin, the infection is still there) I knew eventually it would be better. And I guess that’s been my greatest worry through this all, that “they” wouldn’t know what was wrong or how to fix it.
But that doesn’t seem to be the case. To them a Root Canal is routine. To me it’s like discovering a new species of bacteria in the Amazon. Basically, I’m clueless. But thanks to today’s visit to the dentist, I now know everything I need to know about Route Canals.
Dr. Coco was happy to explain it to me complete with a video and his own drawings on that white piece of paper on the silver metal tray that’s next to the dentist chair. Fascinating stuff really, to go through all that trouble to save a tooth. A part of me kept thinking, wouldn’t it just be easier to yank it out? Not that I really see that as an option for me. I don’t want to start my 50th year by loosing a tooth. That would make me feel old instead of wise and empowered by my 50 years of life experience. But to think that someone loves teeth enough, and I mean other people’s teeth, to come up with the idea of going into one with a tiny file (some only as thick as a human hair) and scraping out all that infected gunk. Severing the nerve (which we don’t need in our teeth anyway I’ve been told, a big mistake on the creators part) then filling it back up (with the same substance electricians used to use to insulate the wiring in our homes, of all things) then covering it up with a snug fitting hat, I mean, cap. I’m actually looking forward to it. It almost sounds like fun. Like cleaning out your dogs ears kind of fun, if you know what I mean.
Or maybe it’s these new antibiotics I’m on, LavoForitivistivs or something like that. A very long and scary list of possible side effects, none of which I’m experiencing yet. Except I am feeling something different. Like if I were to look in the mirror, my eyes might be swinging back and forth in my head, like they’re watching a slow motion ping-pong game. And there’s a buzzing in my brain and just under the surface of my skin that’s making it hard to concentrate. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from Jon, it’s that no matter what’s going on in my life, I can use it creatively. So sickness and caretaking, antibiotic buzz and root canal lets see what we can do together.