47. More Gratitude

I’m grateful that I live in a time and place where dentistry is practiced by trained doctors and not by quacks.  That I live in the age of ibuprofrin, vicodin, and antiobiotics.

I’m grateful, though I’m sure I will miss the healthy version of it, that next Friday I will be rid of this infected, fractured tooth forevermore.

I’m grateful that one bright day I will either have no need of teeth anymore OR that I will have teeth restored to resurrected perfection.

Pain is relative.  But there is no pain quite like tooth pain.