Last week I felt fairly out of commission.
I had some pretty major dental work done. While this wasn’t pleasant in the
least, it wasn’t the time in the dentist chair that was my undoing. Once the
procedure was completed, I was sent on my way with pain killers and a bottle of
mouth wash that I was to use twice daily. Said the dentist about the mouthwash,
“You should swish with two capfuls each
morning and evening.”
I was prepared to follow these
instructions. The pain killers were easy but when I came to the mouthwash, I
discovered that the cap was quite small and the liquid inside the bottle was
absolutely clear. When I gingerly tried to tip the bottle I couldn’t see for
the life of me if anything was coming out.
My first effort at pouring went mostly over my fingers and into the sink.
Next I tried pouring the liquid into a teaspoon but with no greater luck.
In the end, I had to enlist Lyle’s help.
Each morning and night he pours the wash into a teaspoon for me. I am grateful
for his help naturally, but all week I have been irritated. I like to do things
by myself and I’m frustrated by this little thing that has made a dent in my
independence.
I am halfway through my mouthwash treatment
so hopefully I will be more upbeat by the time I write my next post.
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