My swollen face in this picture is the aftermath of a very traumatic dental emergency last week. I could give you all the gorily unpleasant details, but that wouldn't be conducive to my vow to forget them. So, in answer to various inquiries on the subject, you people get the short version.
Saturday during general conference I started getting severe pain under an old root canal. I didn't think much of it at first and figured it might "go away" in a few days. Ha. Instead, over the course of 3 more days, it got to the point of unbearable - and when I say unbearable it's because I didn't know it was possible to hurt so much without passing out or something.
Tuesday was the worst point. I hadn't slept at all monday night, also had barely eaten anything since saturday, and food made me sick even when I managed to get it past my teeth (because it was all yogurt) and none of the meds were working (there were a lot the dentist told me to take, for pain and infection). So, Morten was calling everywhere again on tuesday, even the hospital but they wouldn't take me (because it's dental), and then he got ahold of the dentist (a member of the church by the way) who said bring me in immediately. We showed up there and he could see how bad it was so he decided to just operate on me right then and there, even though it was in between other patients. Basically, he drilled a hole all the way to the infection, which then relieved my suffering (though I still have to go back every few days for a while now).
But like I said, I'm trying to forget a lot of that. What I'm not trying to forget though is how very blessed I feel that it was over so quickly, that I had such wonderful people around to take care of me and feel my pain, and for the priesthood. I'm also glad I don't live in the middle ages before modern dentistry!
I couldn't have done it without this handsome fellow.
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