Before Thanksgiving I had gone to the emergency room for a sinus infection – not that I really consider that an emergency, but getting into the regular doctor is like a three month wait . . .
Then
again, just before Christmas.
Unbelievable pain in my mouth – but it isn’t dental. A
pain I was hoping would leave my body before Christmas – but did not.
Unfortunately
the Z-pack did not heal in the way it used to.
The first dose went right through me before it had a chance. I wondered if it would do anything to take
the rest. It didn’t. My mouth was sore through Christmas and the
New Year. Every day I took a pain reliever
– sometimes as
often as four times a day, but have slowed down. I’m now down to one pain pill and one
tooth.
I
understand why people may abuse the drugs and become addicts. I get it.
The pain is real. I hate taking
medication. I hate the side effects, the
dependency. I hate that I forget to take
meds when they are prescribed to me. I
would rather get rid of the pain or problem through priesthood and not
medication.
My
seven year old granddaughter is on medication.
She has to have shots twice a day – probably for the rest of her
life. There are many side effects. That’s gotta be tough.
