At Least They're Committed

Working by 4:30 a.m. yesterday, phew, but didn’t roll into my chair until nearly 6 a.m. today. I had to take Wednesday off for surgery on one of my front teeth thus I needed to catch up on tasks yesterday so I worked 10 hours. Today I can take it a little easier — you know they say Day 3 is the worst after surgery and that does seem to be the case. Thankfully, it’s our team’s short day.

Evidently, even if you brush and floss as you should — and I add the use of toothpicks to that mix — you can still get bone loss. I had slight root deterioration, possibly from having the tooth aligners at a later age in life — for teeth that have now gone totally crooked again. Who knew.

Well, now you do. Regardless, I had to get that fixed as soon as possible. I rather like having teeth and I’m grateful this was found early.

Each time I go under anesthesia, I wonder if I get a glimpse into another realm. One that I don’t remember when I’m awakened, but maybe remains with me as I move forward. Maybe I break free of my brain for a little while and my spirit roams free.

Maybe I get to talk to Dad or Gabriel in a more direct way. Maybe I get direction from God or angels on how to be a better person and where I should be heading. Who knows! The prospect is exciting.

I do sometimes wonder before going under if I’ll wake up “this time.” I’ve had so many surgeries — large and small, planned and urgent — that it seems like if I were to have a reaction to the anesthetic and die I would have done so by now.

Thus, going under, I’ve always thought, “Thy will be done!”

But this time, I felt like I needed to stick around. Kind of like, “Thy will be done! But if you don’t mind, I need to finish getting the house ready to sell and to see the sale to fruition. I need to support the three new babies due in four months, their siblings and their parents with all the changes! I want to be here when our son and his family buy their first home. There are a lot of things I’d hate to miss and I need to get a lot of things done.”

Thankfully, obviously, I survived. Plus, I need not die while I have three stitches hanging out of my mouth.

Plus the hibiscus bush out my office window is blooming and the bees are buzzing around the white and pink blossoms, the pumpkins are finally coming in, the tomatoes are finally ripening and I’ve just completed Mina’s Garden decor including a tin dog statue to honor her.

The pain is manageable and although I look horrid with a swollen jaw and neck, I am happy to stay inside and putz around the house today taking frequent breaks to look out at the beauty of the garden, the flowering bushes, the thriving trees, cloudy sky and appreciate God’s magnificent Earth.