A Toothache and True Love

Many years ago, I was treated by a dentist who did a very bad job on my teeth, my children’s teeth and traumatized Alex so badly that to this day he hates both Doctors and Dentists. This guy was truly a Quack! But he came highly recommended so we trusted him…for a while.

Fast forward to December 2008. I had a crown on one of my molars that started to give me problems. I have a wonderful new dentist and he took a look at it and informed me that Dr. Quack had not put it on correctly. There was a gaping hole between the tooth and the gums. Now the tooth was infected.

I foolishly chose to wait for treatment until January 1st so my Flex plan would be full of money.

BIG MISTAKE!

Come January, after festering in my mouth this tooth was so painful that Ibuprofin 800 didn’t touch it, Tylenol 3 didn’t touch it, Loritab didn’t touch it they all just made me sick!

I was suffering big time.

Enter my wonderful semi-perfect hubby.

My hubby was married to wonderful woman who passed away after suffering from bone cancer. This man lovingly took care of his sweet wife. He retired from his Real Estate job to care for her full time and make her last days as comfortable as possible. He fed her, he bathed her, he gave her all the meds she needed and stayed by her side until the very end.

I hadn’t slept through the night in the three week prior to my appointment. (I should have just gone back in and paid for the procedure!!) I had to sleep sitting up and finally wound up sleeping in hubby’s recliner. He would wake up several times a night to make sure I was covered and warm. He fixed me soft foods that I could eat. He went to the store and bought me every kind of toothache medicine he could find. He called me during the day to make sure I wasn’t in too much pain. He held me when I couldn’t take it anymore and would cry. Plus the day of the inauguration, when I went home sick, he drove me to the Bank Robbery, sat and waited in the car for two hours and then followed me while I drove our “victim” home. He babied me and that was something I wasn’t used to.

I finally got in to have my tooth worked on and things did not go well. My tongue was cut, my gums were screaming and my mouth was full of cankers! So once again, he went off to the store and bought every brand of canker medicine around PLUS got a prescription for anti nausea medicine. And once again took care of me all weekend until I was all better. Thanks to my sweetheart of a husband, whose love language is service.

How lucky am I?