Role reversal

It seems like only yesterday when I would be sitting on the couch at night and some child would come downstairs, wrapped in a blanket, upset about a bad dream or something else.

Last night I was the one who came downstairs wrapped in my blanket. My tooth wasn't too bad during the day, but at night it flared up so much that my ear hurt and I started shaking. I took two oxycodone (10 mgs. total) but it didn't help. Joe was in the den watching basketball. Maddie had thought we were in for the night and jumped off her bed and followed me down. With her on my left and Joe on my right, I stopped shaking and fell asleep. The rest of the night was OK.

Meanwhile, after tutoring yesterday I took my still-painful quads to physical therapy. I am going to do another round of sessions, which will be a combination of ultrasound and massage along with working to strengthen muscles in my hips and quads. Anybody who walks with me knows that I am sometimes shaky...although I am quite capable of walking long distances, like I did with Katie in Spain. I enjoy the people at  physical therapy, and I'm looking forward to going back there. This is important because if I plant my feet more solidly, hopefully I will stop falling.

I did something uncharacteristic, canceling tennis for today. I will, however, try to get to yoga.

I really need to write something (other than this), but I'm not sure how it will go. I had to choose between being in pain and getting a little loopy, so I chose the loopiness and took two oxycodones.

Now I just need to get myself to Boston tomorrow, where I hope Brigham and Women's top-notch dentist will fulfill my great expectations.