I returned to my root canal friend today as clearly all is not well. With some tapping she determined that the infection is still running rampant, and bacteria and my immune system are still fighting it out, so she gave me more giant Ibuprofen and I went back to Walgreens for a new kind of antibiotic, beautiful blue pills this time, and more juice of enlightenment, carrot, beet and orange, and I feel like a drug addict, but we are hopeful this will be the final round.
Again, I had to tell her how much she reminds me of my daughter-in-law Frieda, and she asked if I missed her and when I said yes, she gave me a huge spontaneous hug.
I remember the olden days in medical care. I can tell you a hug like that was never shared. First off, the doctors in my childhood were all male. I like this new way. I think if I had been born into this system I wouldn't have the fear and distrust of doctors that I sometimes do. Maybe that is beginning to dissipate as I sit, still embraced in a beautiful warm hug.