Yesterday, the pain I’ve been feeling in my mouth for the last few days was determined by my dental hygienist to be a hole; during my cleaning, a piece of enamel came out to prove it. That cavity will be filled…on Valentine’s Day. Because nothing says “I love you” quite like dental surgery. All I have to do is ignore the pain for the next month…
When I woke up this morning, I discovered that I had been drooling blood. Oddly enough, it wasn’t from my broken tooth; it was from the gums in a different part of my mouth. I see…gargling with saltwater in my future. Yum!
This is just a small part of my physical problems. I have a hernia operation scheduled for the summer. I have ongoing allergies. I have muscle pains in my upper chest if I breath the wrong way. I frequently feel fatigued and achy, which I put down to post-COVID. And I have random pains at various points in my body.
In short, I have become a character in a Samuel Beckett novel!
So, why is this man smiling?
Early in 2023, my depression broke. After a horrible couple of years, I have come close to becoming my ideal self again. Among other things, this means writing is coming easily to me once more. And just in time! I have a couple of novels and a whole passel of short stories (including a new series I just started) I want to write, not to mention my non-fiction book on writing and things like this blog. Despite my infirmities (and the emotional fallout from the last couple of years), life is worthwhile again.
Woo hoo!