Friday, March 16, 2012
My last blog stated that I'd planned a specific workout that afternoon, but it didn't happen. Someone was hogging the stationary bike, I was tired and weepy, and it was all I could do to make myself walk for 15 minutes that afternoon. I didn't connect my lethargy with the swelling in my lower right gum until the next day after it had worsened noticeably. After some wild scrambling to get an emergency appointment with my dentist before his office closed early on Thursday for a long weekend and an equally wild scramble to get my last afternoon class covered by some stellar, sweet colleagues, I found out that my suspicions were confirmed: the root canal I'd had last April had failed, infection had set in, and I was going to lose the tooth. I was in mourning all last night, but the antibiotics must be working, thank God, because I've been able to kick my crying to the curb tonight.