the little monday that could

Justin and I had to make an emergency trip to Weston today because Justin thought he had dry socket.

We found out that he does not, in fact, have dry socket, and that his mouth is actually healing about as well as expected. He has a couple of bone spurs in his mouth that the nurse said should fall out on their own, or the doctor will remove them once we come in for his next surgery to get the remaining teeth they weren't able to extract the first go-round.

Then they dropped a bomb on us.

For Justin's next surgery, they want to do ambulatory instead of IV Sedation... which means a trip to the actual doctor for a full physical exam prior to getting the rest of his teeth pulled. (And also means Justin might walk away a pretty scar from a breathing tube, or so said the nurse.) We'll know more in a couple of weeks once the authorizations have either been approved or denied. Then it's either follow The New Plan or fall back on The Old Plan.

We drove home in a torrential downpour behind a semi with an oversized load that I was too sheepish to pass. My jaw hurts from grinding my teeth through Stevens Point construction. My shoulders feel like they have taken up permanent residence up by my ears. It feels like every time we go to the dentist, I have to practice self care to make the anxiety beast go away for a while. Last time, I went for a walk in the park. Today, I went to the grocery store.

I found solace in clear blue skies with fluffy white clouds.

I found joy in the soft pink and yellowed peachy tones of the flowers by the produce section.

I found energy in a pile of avocados. (And the 2/$3 was too good to pass up.)

I found happiness (literally) in the Nutella display.

The lesson I've learned today is that we will get through this. We'll deal with everything as it comes, and when all else fails, I'll just take an hour and go spend some time by myself to regroup and think of what to do next.