Happy Days are Here Again
It is midmorning and I just finished doing three loads of laundry, vacuuming all the German Shedder hair floofs up from the entire house – including under the furniture — and mopping the floors. Big deal, most of you would say. Well, I am here to tell you it IS a big deal.
I spent the last week with a hot sock stuck to my face, swabbing my gums with organic honey and clove oil, stuffing my cheek with black tea bags, and slathering my jawbone with essential oils, while taking every pharmaceutical offered by the dentist. Getting out of the recliner, turning off the endless Netflix stream of “Virgin River,” and cleaning my house is amaaaazing.
Some people dream of winning the lottery, taking a European river cruise, or spending a month in Tuscany; others imagine white water rafting or wilderness camping. Me? I’ve just been daydreaming about a root canal and the energy to scrub the toilet. Don’t get me wrong. I have had loftier dreams and I am sure I will again after the euphoria of being able to run the vacuum wears off. Right now I am high on Mr. Clean and I’ve been tooling around the house sporting rubber gloves and carrying a feather duster like a scepter.
I haven’t even had the root canal yet. This is all from that under-heralded Wonder of the World, amoxicillin. Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about. With all my touting of natural cures and the dangers of chemical drugs, you may rightly ask if I am concerned about my gut microbiome with all these antibiotics. Heck no. In between doses, I am sipping kefir from a wine glass.
I will make this brief, since nobody really wants a play by play, I am sure. I just had to share my joy. God’s in His heaven, my dentist is fantastic, and all is right with the world.