I finally fell asleep last night and actually had a dream about how much pain I was in.
I drove to the dr's office and paced outside the door convincing myself to go in. Feeling like it was silly for me to be there, I told myself I should just suck it up and go home. Next thing I know I'm inside my dr's lobby and they are having some sort of clinic day. I check in at the table and a guy that looks like Anthony Edwards asks about my stats. I tell him this is my regular dr and I have insurance. Smiling he sends me over to wait in a different line. I'm standing there, trying to ignore the pain, when the world around me starts to go dark, from the outside in, like a pin hole. I crumble to the floor, my world has gone black except for a flash of light here and there; some woman yelling instructions, people rushing around me then total darkness.
I wake on a gurney in a hospital. A very kind nurse starts asking me questions about my memories. I answer her and realize she is checking to see if I'm coherent or hit my head.
Then I wake.
You think it's my body telling me I'm crazy not go to the dr?
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Yep, I told u that
Yeah, yeah.
Take care. (hugs)
It wasn't that drastic for me. My tooth (#8 molar) got infected, or the flesh around it did. It hurt like a bitch, I had terrible breath, I'd wake up in the morning covered in sweat and the side of my face was numb for two whole days.
Then I thought I should probably go see a dentist.
Then I thought I was just being a baby.
Then I called a friend and asked her if she thinks I should go see a dentist.
She thought I was joking asking her approval. So I went, next thing I know I'm on antibiotics for 8 days.
Nic, why do we do that to ourselves?
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