I have this molar that has been kind of sore the last few days. I didn't think too much of it. I thought it was related to the sinus troubles I've been having these last few days, because of all the storms coming through. Last night, it was really, really sore, and kind of loose feeling. It seemed to be sticking up higher, and when I mashed down on it, it seemed to move.
"Oh, great!" I thought. "That tooth has abscessed. That means a root canal and another crown." Lovely. A root canal and crown isn't really that big of a deal. It's just trying to coordinate dentist appointments and work schedules and blah, blah, blah. But if it needed to be done, it needed to be done.
The bright side-- because I always try to find a bright side -- is that I get my root canals done by a specialist in Jackson. That means afterwards, I can go shopping, and to Bass Pro Shops, and the best part: I get to visit with AMY!! Yay!
But when I work up this morning, the tooth was fine. It had settled back into place. No swelling. No soreness. No looseness. It appears it was sinus related after all. It's still just a touch tender, but nothing like an abscess. Trust me, if you've ever had one, you'd know.
Only, now I don't have an excuse to go visit Amy. I guess I should just not sign up for overtime one day and go visit anyway. I was supposed to stop by on my way back from Texas, but that didn't happen. She only lives about an hour - ish away, and by the time I got that close to home, I just wanted to get back. So I kind of owe her a visit.
On the way down to Texas, I thought about stopping in Lafayette, La to visit an old schoolmate who lives in that area, but didn't for the same reason. I was too close to Home, and I just wanted to get there. The only time I stopped was right after I crossed the state line. There is a welcome center, and I pulled in, just for a moment, to take a picture of the great star welcoming you to The Lone Star State.
Yes, I'll admit it. I cried. It had been sooooo very long since I'd been Home, and then I was there, and it just felt like all was right with the world again.
Whenever I feel like I'm working myself to death, volunteering for all these long hours of overtime, I remember that feeling. I remember that moment when I stepped out of my car, and my feet touched Texas soil. I remember, and I know why I am doing it: so that one day, when I head that way again, it will be for good.
So that one day, I will finally be able to go