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Grace Doran, Certified Yoga Instructor
dental karma
I once told a friend that I must have killed a dentist in a past life to have created such trauma. She told me, "you must have BEEN a dentist". I humbly apologize to anyone I tortured.
It seems I blog mostly about health, not yoga, but this is the time in my life when health, or lack of it, rules my universe. I was indeed feeling fabulous and restored, rejuvenated and strong. The leaky gut issues were being healed and life looked swell.
Enter the endodontic dentist. It was time for more gum tissue grafting. And it looked as if this time would be a breeze. It hurt like hell, but I did not let them use the dreaded pink packing. (I clothes pinned a sign to my dental bib stating emphatically "NO PACKING") I took the premeds, the post meds, swished and pampered, took extra probiotics to ease the antibiotic onslaught to my gut, and things looked promising. Then the little aches started to creep into my jaw. Then an ocular migraine hit, just to keep me guessing and humble. I put off the inevitable call because I had to run a sped meeting. Well, today I got back into the chair, trying to breathe and not cry. I just knew it would not be pleasant. The assistant took an x-ray because as I suspected, she suspected I might need a root canal. And anyone who knows me, knows that these do not go well. The dentist (not my surgeon, but his young associate) suspected the same thing, but the x-ray looked OK. At this point we are hoping for an infection (this is hopeful??) and I am back on antibiotics and big pills for pain. I go back in five days.
Meanwhile...
The AK/nutritionist had ordered new supplements. They did not arrive.
In two days I have a mammogram scheduled.
I cannot gym, my head will explode.
whine.
Thank goodness I can practice yoga and visualize a resurgence of good health.
I will happily accept any good thoughts.
namaste
G
It seems I blog mostly about health, not yoga, but this is the time in my life when health, or lack of it, rules my universe. I was indeed feeling fabulous and restored, rejuvenated and strong. The leaky gut issues were being healed and life looked swell.
Enter the endodontic dentist. It was time for more gum tissue grafting. And it looked as if this time would be a breeze. It hurt like hell, but I did not let them use the dreaded pink packing. (I clothes pinned a sign to my dental bib stating emphatically "NO PACKING") I took the premeds, the post meds, swished and pampered, took extra probiotics to ease the antibiotic onslaught to my gut, and things looked promising. Then the little aches started to creep into my jaw. Then an ocular migraine hit, just to keep me guessing and humble. I put off the inevitable call because I had to run a sped meeting. Well, today I got back into the chair, trying to breathe and not cry. I just knew it would not be pleasant. The assistant took an x-ray because as I suspected, she suspected I might need a root canal. And anyone who knows me, knows that these do not go well. The dentist (not my surgeon, but his young associate) suspected the same thing, but the x-ray looked OK. At this point we are hoping for an infection (this is hopeful??) and I am back on antibiotics and big pills for pain. I go back in five days.
Meanwhile...
The AK/nutritionist had ordered new supplements. They did not arrive.
In two days I have a mammogram scheduled.
I cannot gym, my head will explode.
whine.
Thank goodness I can practice yoga and visualize a resurgence of good health.
I will happily accept any good thoughts.
namaste
G
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