not a good martyr

i've had tooth pain (again) for the last five days. i was hoping not to blog about it because (a) i appear to have bad dental hygiene and (b) there seems to always be something wrong, dammit.

well, i can assure you i keep dental floss in my glove compartment and have back-up units readily available in my pantry. i am partial to crest with scope and brush at least three, if not more, times per day.

and my upper-right side of my face is killing me. it hurts to eat. it hurts to drink. don't think about putting anything remotely hot or cold on that side of my mouth, tyvm, and i am on my 3 advil q4h regimen once again.

a trip to the dentist revealed the tooth i had filled some six weeks ago (and have had trouble ever since) was too low and hitting my bottom back molar. ok. so he further added the nerve was *bruised*, trimmed it down and said it would be slow in healing because of said trauma, to give it a few days.

how many is a few?

so i try to offer my suffering up on behalf of the poor and homeless, who suffer greater atrocities than aching teeth.

and whine through it, the entire time.

i try to be brave, but i am weak. i try to be noble, but truth be told, i hate pain.

i totally suck at martyrdom.

here's to hoping in 2 corinthians:

Wherefore, so that I should not get above myself, I was given a thorn in the flesh, a messenger from Satan to batter me and prevent me from getting above myself. About this, I have three times pleaded with the Lord that it might leave me; but he has answered me, 'My grace is enough for you: for power is at full stretch in weakness.' It is, then, about my weaknesses that I am happiest of all to boast, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me; and that is why I am glad of weaknesses, insults, constraints, persecutions and distress for Christ's sake. For it is when I am weak that I am strong.

if this is a messenger from satan, this aching tooth of mine, it gives whole new meaning to tooth fairy...