“From Despair to Triumph: The Unexpected Lessons of Confronting My Inner Demon!”
We came back home and I sent Dr. Filler an update (by then, he’d started texting me and he kept in contact with me all weekend!). The following morning (Sunday), I once again used the contact form on their website because I didn’t want to bother him by texting his phone on a Sunday. I begged him, “Can one of your staff PRETTY PLEASE find an oral surgeon who can yank this demon out tomorrow?” (That would have been Monday.)
Well, my new best buddy, Dr. Filler, saw the message, and texted me right away, saying he would personally call someone first thing the next morning. And, just after 8:00 a.m. on Monday, a different oral surgeon’s office called, saying they could see me that day! The drive there was TORTURE. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the location where they do extractions. It was just an exam. I’d have to wait until the following morning (Tuesday) to get it yanked. I spent another night wanting to die and then we got up very early, and drove there. During the ride, I was fantasizing about them sticking a big, long needle directly into my gum to STOP THE PAIN!!!!
