Still writing it.

Dear Diary,
Today I saw the dentist, again. It was two years since my last visit to
see him. He asked me if I knew which tooth hurt. The whole left side of
my face was swollen up. He asked me if after I pointed to the abcessed
tooth that I was sure that was the right tooth. I told him I was real
sure that was the right tooth. I asked him how he was doing. He said
that he couldn't complain. I told him that I could complain. But before
I could comment further he said that he found out that complaining never
did him any good because he thought people never gave a **** whether he
complained or not. Here I was laughing my ass off and in terrible pain.
He told me that he wasn't sure if he could get the tooth out without
breaking it off. I tried to be as empathetic as I could but it was
really a challenged. He then put a needle in my gums through the
abcessed gums many times. He said he would be back in five minutes so I
waited for him to return with the whole left side of my head almost
completely numb. He pulled the tooth and it didn't hurt so I told him
that it didn't hurt. He said I told you that I was good. He then told me
that it would be in my best interest to get the Tylenol 3 and
antibiotics as soon I could. Before I got to Walmart's while driving I
could see his point of view. I sit there for a half hour crying my eyes
out waiting for them to fill the prescription. My lesson for today was
that the dentist was a real miracle worker or the friendliest sadist I
have ever known.

I sure wish I was smart enough to reread some chapters so I don't
continue to make the same mistakes twice.

Rainbow-Take your meds! Are you feeling better yet?

They are kicking in. I am feeling better now. He asked me if I wanted to
keep the bloody tooth. I said no thanks. Had to wait till I got home to
take the APAP/CODEINE300GTAB but I took the PENICILLIN VK 500MG as soon
as I got it from Walmart's. Still kind of tender and I can still feel
the needle holes but sure a lot better than it was before. Thanks for
asking.

After reading these I started thinking about the last page of my book.

I realize that there is no last page, that if I try to read the end of
even a chapter all I suceed in doing is seeing a possible page. If I
look at in in truth it is still but a blank page and will be until I get
there and write upon it.

Once I reach the end of the book of life for this physical cycle I will
step into the sequel in whatever form my next cycle takes.

God has given me an book with infinite blank pages and will collect it
back from me after I have written my life upon it.

AB
Very insightful...... Shalom... Miles

Untouchable - Your book includes so many people, some you don't even
know. Those you don't even know you touched. Direct interaction is not
always meant to be a vehicle for change. It may be a place you simply
take comfort for awhile.

You fear for some of your family, for their salvation. Maybe it is not
yours to change them, maybe that is for someone else. Seems to me, each
time your judgment of them creates the slightest conflict, either to you
or to them, you all lose sight of what you could be learning from each
other or what comfort and joy is waiting for you in their presence.

When others see your love, comfort and acceptance it is easier to affect
them in other ways, because everyone wants that kind of peace. So show
them these things and maybe someday they'll ask you, "why are you so
happy all the time". Then you can open a door and ask them to walk
through with you.

Your post struck me as someone with a lot of stories in your book, and
I know this is just one. It must be very important to you though to
have written about it here. That's why I thought I'd address it. So
forgive me if I'm spouting steam about situations I don't understand.