Sometimes, you’re better off staying in bed.
I went this morning for my routine dental cleaning and checkup, and I learned I have a cavity.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m OCD about my teeth. I brush four times a day, floss every day, and see my dentist twice a year.
It’s a schedule indoctrinated in me when I was a kid, and I never really considered rebelling against it.
So it goes without saying that I’m thinking, “Me? A cavity? How can this be?”
Turns out, it was a spot my dentist has been watching for awhile. In all fairness, he did tell me he was watching it; I just never dreamed it would become a problem.
As if that weren’t enough, I finally broke down and scheduled a doctor appointment to check on my “cold.”
I spent half of last night tossing and turning, stumbling between my bed and the Lazy-boy recliner, trying to get some needed sleep — and failing.
With another weekend upon us, I figured I’d better have a professional take a look.
Wouldn’t you know I’ve got a sinus infection, not just a common cold.
I soo like being special!
I begged her NOT to give me antibiotics — the last time I was on them (2006), I was told to take two rounds of antibiotics and developed a condition called c.diff.
For those who don’t know what that is, two words — explosive diarrhea.
Never wanting to see that again, I’ve managed to steer clear of doctors, and I never insist on getting an antibiotic.
But this time, I’m afraid my sinus infection won’t clear up on its own, so I’m stuck with the drugs. I dread the side effects — nausea, etc. — but I’m able to look on the bright side.
At least I succeeded in getting her to only make me take them for 5 days, not the usual 10!