Well, I sort of thought this would happen. Our dear beloved female dentist has referred us to an oral surgeon. The tooth can't be saved. As I drove to the dentist this morning, I found myself getting all caught up with anxiety and emotion. Since I am the soul caregiver and provider for Jerry I felt totally responsible for Jerry's tooth. I'm not a huge fan of going to the dentist, no offense to the dental community out there, but I know going to the dentist can be a bit sensative. NOW, I was in great fear that my negligence was going to cause Jerry to be in pain. Sniff!

It's kind of like a young mother who takes their unsuspecting infant to get their first shot...it's going to make them cry. The mommie cries, too.

I emailed the dentist ahead of time to tell her of our situation. She was prepared and brought me back to the room with Jerry. She was gentle and sweet, but told me she was not going to be able to save the tooth. She also said that it had broken off so there was nothing she could grab so it would need to be extracted by an oral surgeon. She reassured me that this was not my fault and I shouldn't feel bad. Some medications affect the bacteria fighting saliva in the mouth the teeth can become an issue.

They managed to get us in for a consultation this afternoon with the surgeon. Jerry didn't understand what was going on. He kept thinking his tooth was going to be taken care of. Even after the surgeon's consult, I had to tell him that the surgery would be next week.

Anyway, next Monday will be here before I know it. I can't believe how much today's events emotionally and mentally drained me. I am such a wuss! Just more confirmation that as long as things stay on an even keel, I can play the "good caregiver" roll, but once things get a little rocky, I fall to pieces!

Whew! Glad today is over.