- I have insurance.
- I live in the age of anesthesia (I'm generally much more grateful for this one before those horrible shots in the roof of my mouth and after my eyelids and nostrils stop itching and tingling for 6 hours)
- I know how to breathe slowly through my nose to avoid the nausea that rises when I taste my own blood and bone in my mouth.
- That drilling really only took about 45 minutes-a mere blink in the time-space continuum.
- I can take narcotic pain relief with little or no side effects.
- Maybe I'll lose weight as I worry about what to eat for the next 5 weeks so I don't shatter the temporary bridge now sitting in my mouth.
- I saw a friend whom I haven't seen for months as I was waiting for my prescription for said narcotics.
- I don't have to cook tonight because there are tons of leftovers in the fridge.
- My children's heartless mocking of my drooling and odd speaking will take my mind off my twitching eyelids and drooping cheek.
So, I actually am grateful, but right now I'm miserable and perhaps even a bit shocky from the procedure, so I'm invoking my right to moan just a little about my cursed and horrible teeth before I go take a nap.
May your teeth be strong and your co-pays small.