It’s Saturday, and I’m here dealing with an extreme toothache that just won’t let up.
I’ve been managing it with a rotation of Advil, Tylenol 3, and Motrin. I’m just trying to stay ahead of the pain enough to function. It’s exhausting, honestly. Pain has a way of taking over everything, even your thoughts.
As strange as it sounds, this is one of the moments where I’m reminded of the flip side of not being pregnant anymore. I don’t know how I would’ve coped with this kind of pain while carrying a baby, with all the limitations on what you can take. So there’s that small sense of relief tucked inside everything else I’m feeling.
Last night, the hospital called. I had been hoping things would move quickly, but instead, they told me I need to be referred to another hospital for the procedure. And now I have to wait until Wednesday.
Wednesday feels far.It’s this weird kind of quiet torture—knowing what needs to be done, wanting it over with, wanting my body back, but being stuck in this space where all I can do is wait. I’ve mostly been hiding out in a robe, not really wanting to be seen, just trying to process everything. The physical pain, the emotional weight of everything that’s happened recently—it’s a lot to carry at once.
Today feels slow. Heavy. Like time is dragging its feet.There’s something about waiting that makes everything louder—the thoughts, the emotions, the discomfort. You can’t distract yourself completely, and you can’t move forward yet either. You’re just… here.But I keep reminding myself: this is a moment. A hard one, yes—but still just a moment.I know I’ll be okay.
Right now, it’s not about having it all figured out or feeling strong every second. It’s just about getting through. Hour by hour if I have to. Letting the feelings come without trying to rush past them. Trusting that relief—physical and emotional—is coming, even if it feels far away today.For now, I’m here. Waiting. Healing in the only way I can.
And that’s enough.
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