|My hubby cut this beautiful first rose of the year and brought it to me from my garden. <3|
I got the tooth fixed on Saturday, slept long and hard and was pretty miserable Saturday afternoon and evening, but had relatively normal feeling back in the less stroked side by Sunday morning. It was a very strange sensation to have my still numb-ish stroked side be the side with greatest feeling for an afternoon! It also made me newly aware of how much usable feeling I actually have back on the left side of my mouth, even if it is significantly compromised now. It is so nice to have a whole tooth there on the right again and no longer be fighting an exposed little portion of gum-line! Here's what I managed to do to my lip on Saturday while the right was totally without feeling (my laptop takes pictures in mirror image, so the big white bite mark and fat lip is actually on my right, even if it would seem to be on the left):
My sweet friend, Shelly, and I are co-hosting another season of the (in)Courager email / Facebook group for women with chronic illnesses. If this describes you, we would so love to have you join us this semester at (in)Hope. But if you are not looking for a small chronic illness community, please check out any of the 70 other, free, safe, amazing, women-only communities over at (in)Courage, only accepting new member this week, and asking for a participation commitment just until July 4. It is so wonderful to exchange messages and ideas and love with a small group of ladies who really "get it" about the unique challenges of your life. So single or married, infertile or empty nester, professional Mommy or fitting professional life around motherhood, military, struggling with anything from depression to cancer, wanting to hone the craft of writing, there is a special group just quivering with joy to welcome you into their "family" this week. Won't you please, join us! #incouragers #inHope #inCourage
There is a song you have likely heard "1,000 times" already. I had too, but they gripped me with new power this month. I always liked the song, was moved by it even, but now I hold it especially dear. What if a thousand sleepless nights is what it takes to know you here.
Blessings, sung by Laura Story
This beautiful story still brings me to tears (even though I can't usually cry any more). http://www.faithit.com/people-stunned-chose-marry-him-they-said-never-work-3-years-later-couldnt-be-better-ian-larissa/ I know what it feels like to be trapped in your body like that man. You know what, it feels just like you and I feel every day, with the profound exception that when you go to see, or speak, or move your body, it doesn't respond like you expect it will. Others think you are less than intelligent because they see such a damaged exterior, know this is a result of brain injury, so automatically believe your thought processing must be just as badly damaged making your understanding that of a young child. I guess when physical needs, and to some extent even emotional needs now, regress to such childish level of needed care, the presumption that adult intelligence has followed suit is pretty normal, but it is frustrating to be treated that way when it is not an accurate picture of reality.
...so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I’ve conquered the world. - John 16:33 MSG