to keep my two front teeth and the few teeth I have left."
Yes, you guessed it! My tooth telenovela has yet another chapter.
It all started a couple of nights ago when I dreamed that two of my molars suddenly crumbled into hundreds of little pieces and that it took me forever to spit them all out. Well aware of my past tooth troubles and my history of psychic dreams, I feared that my dream meant more tooth troubles were in my immediate future. I was mortified.
To help ease my fears, I turned to my friends on Facebook and asked them to help interpret my dream. The general consensus was that it was a common nightmare that meant I was either stressed or self conscious or that maybe I wasn't saying what was on my mind. All of the interpretations made perfect sense to me, because life has been extremely hectic the last couple of weeks with the increased workload in Hubby's shop, Nick's recurring problems with his asthma, which resulted in me getting only 4 or 5 hours of sleep at night if I was lucky, all while trying to keep up with my responsibilities as a stay-at-home wife and mom.
I continued to look for interpretations of my dream online and discovered that in Greek culture, dreaming of falling teeth means that a close friend or relative has fallen ill. This also made sense to me, because I had just learned that one of my favorite aunts is very sick.
Then came Tuesday morning. I was busy warming up for my Cardio Mop workout when all of a sudden I felt that familiar sharp, tingling pain shooting through my mouth. As always, it came without warning and it came full force. While I waited for the over-the-counter pain medication to work its magic, I screamed and cried out in pain. Why? What did I do to deserve such pain and suffering? Someone, please shoot me and put me out of my misery!
Just when I was contemplating which of Hubby's tools to use to pull out all of my teeth, the pain subsided and I was thinking clearly once again and I knew just what I had to do.
I can take a hint. And completely ignore it. Like when this tooth first started giving me trouble back in September.
I can take a second hint and completely ignore that one too. In my defense, I was busy getting things ready for Nick's birthday party and really didn't have time for a root canal.
But this third hint? It's true what they say...a la tercera es la vencida (third time's a charm). I give up! There is no way I want to go through all of this pain and suffering again. So I went to my dentist that afternoon and had the first phase of my root canal done. (I go back on Monday for more!)
I really hope I don't have to change the name of this blog to "Toothless in Mexico".