Every year my family takes a holiday , children and grandchildren, even in-laws. Last year I was too sick to go, so I have been looking forward to this very much. One day into our week I got a toothache which turned into an infection. I call my Dentist , he is in the Bahamas on his own trip. So I look for a local Dr. by this time my face is so swollen I can't see, or talk and I'm feeling pretty sick. Unfortunately I get the Neanderthal of dentists.He wants me to wait 2 days and he will do 2 root canals for $1,300. i get a very mild pain killer and an antibiotic . I am in agony and the antibiotic makes me more sick. Finally Fri. comes and I am so hopeful, relief is in sight. He, Dr. Diabolic, can't get my teeth numb . I mention this to him, but he starts drilling any way. This goes on for an hour and he gives up. Tells me to see my Dentist asap. My face is more swollen and I am close to nuts. We start home next morning, driving over 1,000 miles, we take 2 days. I vomit all the way.I see my Dentist, Dr. Good, and all is almost well. I tried so hard not to be a b tch about this, but there were times when it got ugly. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Some of it is funny,I feel whiny.
I may never leave home again, I do know one thing, enough pain can make you crazy. Mainly I feel bad like I ruined everyone's trip ,not that that has been inferred. No place like home.