I am currently curled up on the couch, nursing a broken tooth, (as much as you can “nurse” anything that’s broken in your mouth, HA! It’s called pain killer.) while a cold wind blows incessantly on my pretty little garden.
Yes, you heard it right. A COLD wind!
It’s been cold and windy, (my least favorite combination!) for three days straight. And I’ve been in pain. Not the perfect picture of health and happiness over here.
I am thankful.
I am thankful that we are heading into summer, and that it will be warm again tomorrow, and that there are doctors who can fix broken teeth. Also, I’m super thankful for friends who will drive you home in the middle of the night from a women’s retreat, so you can get some relief from the hell-ish, mind-numbing pain of a toothache.
Thank you, my dearest Ashleigh. You might as well have been Michael the archangel.
Oh and can I just say “Thank God for ibuprofen??!!”
I mean, you guys know I’m all for the coconut and the essential oils, but there comes a time when you just gotta take the pain killer. This, for me, was one of THOSE times.
Apparently this is also one of those times, when I just need to stop in the middle of what I was doing and…rest.
Why is that so hard for me?
I thought I had gotten better at it. I mean, I can totally rest when I’ve just had a baby. I can refrain from doing anything besides the absolute necessary, when I’m in grief or when I’ve just come home from a trip to another country.
I understand the need for rest at those times.
But right now, in the middle of enjoying Spring and bringing in flowers? It’s Winter again and I’m holed up inside?? In the middle of writing a totally different blog post, one about some amazing pancakes, I break a tooth all the way in the back of my mouth, and I am in too much pain to finish it? I don’t have the energy to do something simple that I love doing: editing and playing with pictures!
It’s amazing what a tooth and a couple days of cold and wind can do.
Both seem like such a small thing, like it couldn’t possibly be more than a minor annoyance. And for the first day, it was just that. By the end of the second, though, I was listening. Paying attention. And at least, thinking about surrendering. (It takes me a while, ok??!!)
Today though, is the third day of being holed up with intense pain, and I am not even trying to fight it or work around it anymore. I am tired.
Apparently, it’s time to go see the dentist.
And apparently, it’s time to rest.
(At least I have some pretty flowers to look at, while I do that!:))