When I woke up this morning (Wednesday) I was feeling OK, a bit down but easily endured. The only thing on my calendar was a routine dental appointment with a new dentist.
Having moved I’d had to find a new dentist, and therefore had to go for a registration checkup. Nothing odd in that, apart from mid way through she asked my permission to do an emergency extraction. ARGH! I wasn’t expecting that, there had been not signs that I might need one. It turned out one of my teeth was held together only by the filling, and was empty inside. Yuck.
So after 45 mins in the chair I’m now feeling rather battered and bruised, and my wallet feels lighter.
What no one ever tells you is that it is easier to deal with pain when it is expected pain, so despite knowing I’ll be in pain later it doenst bother me in the slightest. However chronic pain is another thing, it gets to the very core of you, physically and emotionally.
Oh, and expected pain is better than emotional pain, too; you at least know that expected pain is going to go away eventually, but you have no idea when or if emotional and chronic pain will ever go away.
So yes, I’m feeling better just because the pain is to be expected and I can focus on that rather than anything else.
So, off to rest and enjoy the pain… until next time, happy cheeseburgers!
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