When the dentist saw the tooth and the infection, he said what I had said, "We have to be careful of the infection going to the brain."
"We have to be careful it doesn't block his airway."
"This antibiotic is really strong and can cause serious side effects."
People, my dentist is a wonderful, caring man, but I don't like the dentist office. I go; I make sure my kids go - but the words he was saying are not helping my issues. I don't like the sounds or the smells. The equipment looks like what I think the monster in the movie "The Abyss" must have looked like. (I don't know, because I don't watch scary movies.) When I filled out their patient information form years ago, I commented that I would gladly have the four knee surgeries, the appendectomy and the emergency c-section again, if I could just skip the dentist office. The hygienist giggled at me, but I think she knew I was serious.
Nonetheless, the dentist in his consistent, caring way issued a prescription for this very scary drug and insisted we call with any further incident or complication. He also referred us to an oral surgeon; he is scheduled for an extraction Friday morning.
The medicine is working, and Joey just looks like a healthy chipmunk tonight.
Oh to be brave again.
Thankful for a dentist who will pray for us and treat us and for medicine that treats the infection. Thankful for employers who continue to extend us grace and support.
Other medicine for which we are thankful:
Thankful for Theta's who continue to remember our girl.
Thankful for AbbyKay who like Taylor "pours light" into young girls.
Thankful for the friendships that bind her friends to me. I love you girls.
You are healing to us. You are hope to us. You are examples to us.