June has been another difficult month. While I cannot unload much of the stress or pains, I am grateful for God's provision and protection amid the many challenges we have faced. We had several minor health scares in June. After eating a bowl of chili (something soft, not hard), I detected a hole or chip in one of my back molars. I made a frantic call to the dentist office, but they could not get me in until the following Tuesday (4 days later). Catastrophizer that I am, I immediately went to worst-case scenarios. I'm a medical-intervention-wimp! The mere thought of what they might have to do sent me into a tizzy. What if it got infected? What if I needed a root canal? I had John try to take a photo of the tooth.
I took great care, brushing carefully and often. I swished salt water around my mouth for a minute three times each day. When I ate, I used the other side of my mouth and avoided both hot and cold foods ("Sorry, no you cannot take me to Dairy Queen! I have to baby my tooth.") When Tuesday finally dawned, I thanked the Lord profusely because it was a quick and painless fix. The dental assistant took a photo of the spot.
The dentist explained that the tooth had a filling and part of the filling simply broke off. After a quick bonding (I'm guessing that's what it was), I was on my way home, free to eat ice cream to my heart's content.
John had his own mouth issues to tackle. He had oral surgery to remove a fibroma. While it was painful the first few days, he is so grateful it is gone and he, too, can eat more freely.
Now, we're facing another mouth issue, this time for Sean. I don't know if his wisdom teeth are just now growing in, but he is experiencing pain in a wisdom tooth and has a dentist appointment scheduled for early July. Hopefully, he will not have to have all four wisdom teeth removed (quite possible, and yet another expense).
Finally, I'm praising God for his protection in a close call. I walk on the treadmill every morning. Perhaps I was paying more attention to the audio book blaring in my headphones. Perhaps I was merely clumsy. For whatever reason, I stumbled on the treadmill. Thankfully, I was wearing the safety clip and as soon as I began to fall, it pulled out of the safety slot and the treadmill came to a stop. Otherwise, I might have experienced the friction Trevor had during his treadmill accident years ago. Another praise is that we had placed a recliner in the guest room, squeezed in between the treadmill and the book bar near the door to the garage. As I fell, the left side of my back landed hard on the soft arm of the chair and I slumped in a heap on the (now motionless, praise God) treadmill.
Now that I'm in my 60s, I need to learn to be more careful. Plus, I'll keep petitioning God for his protection and provision. When I think of what could have happened if the chair hadn't been there (my head, likely would have hit the book bar* and that would not have cushioned my fall at all), I'm so very grateful to still be in one piece. Now, to get myself to step back on the treadmill again. That might take some doing. Perhaps it is safer (though hotter) to walk outside. Hope your June was uneventful and good!
* My husband has always called that shelf area, just inside the garage door, a "book bar." I cannot find any such term or label on the internet, so I guess it is a term his family made up, ha!
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