Housewife No More

Tomorrow I get up and join the work force again! I’ve been thinking about what to wear for weeks. I might even make JR take a “first day of work” picture of me. I’m so excited that I don’t even have my normal new job nerves (I hate not knowing what I’m doing, and that’s basically a given at a new job). Luckily, I know I will be working with some great people, and doing some really interesting work.

In other news, I had a TERRIBLE toothache last week. It started last weekend, while JR was away in Ghana for some sort of training for his job. When he got home on Sunday, it was pretty bad. Monday was federal holiday, and Tuesday was a local holiday here, so I really didn’t think we could do much about it anyway. But by Monday afternoon I was in so much pain, I begged JR to call someone and try and get me an appointment. Luckily, the same dentist/oral surgeon JR saw in the summer was able to see me.

Now, I hate the dentist. I mean, I’m sure dentists are lovely people, but I just loathe going there. The smells, the sounds, the scraping tools on my teeth, I can’t even deal. When the dentist told me I had a bad infection and needed the tooth pulled, I was partially relieved because I wanted it over with, and then also terrified because who wants to get a tooth pulled? After several sleepless nights, I showed up Wednesday morning with my heart racing.

First he sprayed some horrible tasting numbing thing on my gums. Then he used an EXTREMELY large needle to put more numbing solution in my gums. By the third shot, on the inside, it hurt and I started to cry. Because I’m a wimp. I have zero pain tolerance. So now I’m crying, and when the tears started I just couldn’t stop them. The dentist was concerned. He started telling me that I didn’t need to be worried, he was an oral surgeon, very experienced, he studied in the US, and on and on. I’m trying to tell him that is all well and good, I don’t care where he studied, I’d still be freaking out in the U.S. as well. Finally I calmed down, and he started. The assistant stood behind me and held my head still while he basically took pliers and yanked my tooth out. It was like straight out of a horror film.

He’s a good man, that dentist. He was very patient with me (I think he pitied me). I had to go back a few more times to make sure the infection was healing, and thankfully, the pain has FINALLY started to fade. I’m like a brand new person, just with one less tooth – for the bargain price of 30 euro! Eventually I will get a crown put on, but I’m in a no hurry to go back there.

One thought on “Housewife No More

  1. I’m glad you get to start your new job tomorrow. And sorry to hear your ordeal with your tooth. I hate to go to a dentist also. I need to go soon. Ask Kriss about her ordeal with dentist. She was much younger. but she soon learned how important it was. Well you tell Justin we said hello . We love you both. By for now, and take care. Love grandma.

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