…when driving four hours to have an infected tooth pulled feels like a blessed day off.
I have an old root canal in a molar that has cracked and become infected, and despite various antibiotics since August, the infection persists. Thus the tooth must come out.
Though I have a lot to do before I can leave town this morning, the prospect of a long drive when I cannot be doing anything else seems soothing. The relief of travel! Like being in a cocoon. No problem-solving. No lists. Nothing more is expected at this moment.
Even the inevitable pain, gauze, and bloody drool fade into insignificance.