After we got our celebrating out the way, we both got sick. It wasn’t the food. Cliff has been dealing off and on with a sore tooth for the entire summer and last night it bloomed into a real problem.
He found an emergency dentist that quickly determined that a tooth on which a root canal had been performed years ago was the source of the pain. A referral to an endodontist confirmed the situation. Apparently, the original root canal “missed” a root. (The endodontist assured Cliff that this is not entirely unusual.) The infection was cleaned out, he got a fistful of prescriptions and he is feeling much better.
When we stopped at Walgreen’s to fill those prescriptions, Cliff bought a digital thermometer. He’s been insisting I have a fever and I’ve been saying I’m fine. I’m not fine. I had a 103.2 fever….so off we went to the Anne Arundel Medical Center emergency room. By the time we got there, I had chills to go along with my fever. It turns out I have a bacterial infection (not the flesh eating kind!) and will be popping pills for about a week.
Aren’t we a pair? At least we didn’t get sick until AFTER our celebration dinner!