Our crazy week . . .7/19-22/2010

I don't like to talk about my personal problems, but for journaling purposes I have to write this down to remember why I hardly took any pictures this week.
After the Pro/Jr tournament last Thursday, my mouth started feeling a little sore. It started out feeling like I had eaten a toasted tomato sandwich every day for lunch and dinner for a week, the roof of my mouth was really raw.
I didn't think much of it, until Friday night when it started to get really sore! I took an IBU800 and went to bed. I woke up the next morning with my mouth so swollen and sore I couldn't eat. I made it through the day, and figured it would get better by the next morning.
It didn't.
Sunday I miraculously made it through my primary lesson, and then went home to cry. I hadn't eaten much all weekend, and I hadn't slept well either. I forced down a little plate of spaghetti and read a book.
An entire 300+ page book in one afternoon, it was the only thing I could do to keep my mind off of the pain, hunger, thirst, and lack of sleep. I read Charlie St. Cloud, it was a good book, a very easy read.
Jaden kept checking on me, looking in my mouth telling me it was getting worse~just what I needed to hear. The roof of my mouth was now black/purple with blood screaming to get out. That night I took a percocet that I had leftover from my last surgery, hoping for some sleep. At this point I couldn't even drink water without crying. I was up ALL night long spinning from the meds, crying from the pain, and dying of thirst. The percocet was obviously a very bad idea.
At 6:30 Monday morning I woke up and told Adam I was driving to the dentist. It is 6:30 in the morning, he said still half asleep. I know, but maybe he might have an early appointment, I told him. As I drove over to the office I prayed over and over, asking for a miracle that Tom would actually be there. I arrived at 6:45 and sat in my car while I waited, and prayed some more.
At 7:06 my miracle happened, Tom pulled up, got out of his truck, and started walking across the street. I got out and started babbling that I really needed him to look at my mouth, because I can't eat, sleep, drink, and I have taken every pain killer in my house...
That's when he stopped me, obviously not thrilled to see me. He said that he pneumonia and he really hadn't planned on working, but he will take a quick look.
Hallelujah! I didn't care at that point that he didn't want to see me, I was SO exhausted I just started bawling. The always act like everything is fine, Marcia, is crying in front of the dentist?!? Nice, Marcia. Real nice!
He sat me down took a look & a very painful X-ray, and left me with a tissue, and my tears. He came back with his phone book size dentist manual to show me what I had. He said he had never seen anything like it & that it looked like my mouth had gone through the shredder! He informed me that my body must see a sore as something it needs to attack, and in turn causes it to turn into an infection.
Yes, that sounds like my wonderful screwed up body.
He wrote out two prescriptions and then did something that shocked me. He gave me a great big hug and told me that I should have called him at home over the weekend, and he would have come to see me.
Then it happened again, I started crying. UGH, what is this liquid that keeps pouring from my eyes in FRONT of other humans?!? This has to stop! But it did make me feel better knowing that he wasn't as irritated with me as he had started out being.
The pharmacist couldn't believe that I had to break open the pills prescribed to me and swoosh the powder in my mouth for two minutes. He said I haven't seen this done in YEARS!
Is it going to be that bad I asked Evan? He informed me that there is a reason the powder is in a capsule!
Once I tasted it, I understood his concern. It was awful. No, it was worse than that. But I had one pill down, and only 39 to go. As long as it will make me better, I will do anything!
We had the Qualifying Match play round at Southgate that day, Bailia didn't have to play until Wednesday, but both boys played great! I took seven pictures that day~yes that's how bad I felt.
Tuesday was the Quarter Finals at St George. Koda played Travis Mathews-one of the best golfers in the 7-8 year old division. Koda was so excited, and went around bragging to everyone before the tournament that he gets to play the BEST golfer for his first year of match play. He was so cute about it. He lost, but was still so proud of himself for taking "2nd place" in the Quarter finals! Jaden didn't have his best game that day, but still pulled through, making it to the Semi-finals. I took five pictures that day~I still felt awful, still hadn't slept well, hadn't eaten much since Sunday, and only drank water when I took my pills. That night I made a bowl of soup-it took me more than a half an hour to eat it, but I got it down.
Wednesday, Bailia and Jaden played in the Semi-finals at Red Hills. Bailia played great taking first place, making it to the finals the next day. Jaden played great too, and also moved on to the final round. My mind must have been completely gone at this point, I didn't take a SINGLE picture! I had one scoop of mashed potatoes that afternoon and slept for ten hours Wednesday night, it was amazing!
Thursday I was finally starting to feel somewhat better, but I had zero energy. The kids were exhausted from all of the tournaments-playing in six tournaments in a nine day stretch! They both did well playing in the last tournament of the year, but in the end they both took 2nd place. We are so proud of all three kids. They all played great this year, and had a blast doing it! Until next year. . .