I broke a molar last night. Badly. As in vertical cracks into the root and pieces falling out into my mouth. And there is someone hammering on the side of my face with a mallet...
...and on top of that...
I am going to have to get this tooth pulled today AND we're not supposed to miss any time during job training so I'm kinda/sorta freakin' out that I'm going to get fired.
Okay. I'll be honest.
It's more than kinda/sorta. It's total and complete freakin' out fest around here this morning.
I have to wait until the oral surgeon opsn to see if they could possibly pull the tooth at the end of my shift (which isn't until 2:30) but the pain is getting worse by the second so I'm not sure if I can last that long..
...and if I do have to leave earlier to get it pulled, I have to beg my trainer when we go on shift (with a swollen mouth and barely able to move my jaw) to let me try to catch up on Monday...depending on the time of getting my tooth pulled...
...at this juncture I just don't know what to do.
In the meantime...I thought I'd try to take the focus off my toothache, possible job termination, no kitchen, moving the first weekend of March chaos, broken footed husband, smashed car and pod and count my blessings.
Okay, wait. I've got this. Just trying to think with someone using my head for batting practice.
Okay. 1. I can still write on my blog. It's not like I'm one of those people that has to type with a stick between their teeth because they had some tragic accident and are now paraplegic. Yeah. That would be worse. I am counting my blessings that's not me.
Number two. Hmmmm...
Okay, I've got it. I have a big jug of lukewarm water. It doesn't hurt to drink it too badly. And there's a lot of people who don't even have water. So yeah. Lukewarm water that doesn't hurt my broken tooth too much is high on my list of blessings.
This isn't helping. I'm just going to have to wallow in my broken-toothed misery.
Cuz somedays are just like that.
Hope yours is definitely going better!