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Blinding Pain


Indulge me for a moment as I reflect on PAIN. The electric word, pain, it means forever and that’s a mighty long time, but… wait, no. Wrong lyrics. It’s more like I have stood here before inside the pouring rain. But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain.

(TANGENT: Over the years I have come to the conclusion that there is a song for every occasion. And my life is a never-ending jukebox of extended play soundtracks, product jingles and sitcom theme music. But I digress…)

Pain comes in various levels of intensity that I personally believe can be classified by the initial or ongoing reaction of the body. For instance, there is the OUCH variety. As a parent you become intimately acquainted with this type of pain, since it is usually the result of being caught in the crossfire of flying toys, or stepping on a Lego brick for the 2 millionth time. Then you have the NAG variety. This is pain attributed to something like a paper cut, or in my case, the silent and invisible slice of the skin that occurs when you’ve lost your patience while trying to open the 124 jumbo pack of size 4 diapers. After the initial intake of breath from the sudden sharp cut, this pain follows you around for a day or so as it reopens repeatedly because you’ve forgotten about it, and failed to take it easy on the tickle attacks. Of course, there is the THROB level of pain. Most of us are probably familiar with these dull waves of soreness that gather in your arms, feet and legs when you finally sit down after a long day of errands, decorating and playing host to a couple dozen tyrant gradeschoolers for a birthday party.

Why am I saying all of this? Because on Tuesday of this week I was finally at the point of no return with one of the more devastating levels of pain… which is BLINDING. Blinding pain is when the pain is so intensely excruciating that you squeeze your eyes shut uncontrollably. It’s the kind of pain that wakes you up from a dead sleep and laughs at your feeble attempts to ignore it for the sake of rest. It’s the kind of pain where panic sets in because you are quite certain it will never go away and you seriously consider the horrific thought of what it would mean to endure this kind of torture for the rest of your life. Yep. That was me. It was a toothache. And you can chuckle all you want, but when your head feels like someone is shooting bolts of electricity through the roof of your mouth and directly into your brain, no amount of head-holding, temple-massaging, hot packs, or acetaminophen is going to provide you any relief. It was the kind of pain that you can’t run from though you desperately wish it were possible.

(TANGENT: This is second only to MIND-NUMBING pain in which the pain is to the point where the body shuts off all sensory perception and you knock out. This happened when I was 12 and was hit by a car. You can read that story here.)

Fortunately for me, I have a wife that likes having me around and wants to keep me around for a bit longer. So she set up an emergency appointment for me with the dentist that afternoon.

A little background on my relationship with dentists… I’ve developed a bit of apprehension about visiting them. Why? Well, not because I’m the kind of person who’s afraid of going to the dentist’s office. But it’s more about how the dentist treats me. As a kid, if I had a cavity the dentist would say something along the lines of, “If you don’t lay off the sweets, all of your teeth will fall out.” Now I know that this approach works for some people, but for me it just felt eye-roll worthy. As I got older, the dentists I visited seemed to only get worse. Instead of a jovial “Lay off the sweets,” I’d get a more accusatory “You’re too young to have this going on in your mouth!” or something equally degrading. Their comments were the antithesis of encouragement. “Hey Doc, I’m fully aware of the crummy condition of my incisors. That’s why I’m here! Can we skip the personal insults and just cut to the part where you fix my teeth and take away the pain? Thanks.”

I was happy to find that my wife (you know, that crazy-beautiful lady that tolerates my imperfections) had let the dentist and office staff know of my previous experiences. Because of this, they were extremely gracious. The dentist who took care of me that day was not only compassionate, but genuinely concerned about my overall comfort level. God bless her. After an initial examination I was told that my wisdom tooth in the upper right was broken and infected. I was given antibiotics, pain medication, and scheduled for an extraction appointment in 3 days. The next few days brought my pain level down from BLINDING to NAGGING with the occasional BLURRY thrown in for good measure. In any case, I made it to today.

My appointment was at 7am, which allowed me to get up this morning a whole half hour later than usual. I pressed through the rain, into the car, down the street, and into the familiar strip mall that contains our dental office, along with a smoke shop, a juice bar, and a much-frequented 99 Cents Only Store. As before, the office staff received me with knowing kindness and before I knew it, I was in and out with a mouth full a gauze and one less wisdom tooth!

The cause of my blinding pain, now mercifully extricated.

The cause of my blinding pain, now mercifully extricated.

I’m still taking the antibiotics and the occasional pain pill. But the blinding pain is thankfully in my past.

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Forever Fortune


As a parent of small children (and big ones too), I’ve come to acknowledge and accept the slap-in-the-face fact that there are many things (many… many things) in my house that will be broken. Not “could” be broken, but “will” be broken. (Tangent: Prompting the creation of this Instagram account: Things My Kids Broke). Surely other parents will understand and sympathize (preferably with truffles and cream pies. Message me for an address 😉 ).

This realization caused me to really reflect on what I consider to be wealthy. It doesn’t exist as an expression of material things. They will come and go. But rather, those relationships can last a lifetime. Starting with my children… they are a treasure beyond price. My forever fortune.

LegoLand

 

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A Year of Gratitude


In lieu of a Happy New Year’s post, I have decided that 2015 will be the year of gratitude! So (possibly) everyday, I will post about an idea, instance or realization for which I am grateful!

For instance, New Year’s morning August was rather insistent on being held. If he was not in my arms, he was crying incessantly (there must be a word for this type of non-injury based, yet deeply woeful screeching). Ruling out hunger, a dirty diaper, or some other toddlers’ social protest for which he would “Occupy Kitchen”, I realized he just wanted to be picked up.

GRATITUDE: As I held my now silent child with one arm, I actually fed the other children breakfast, loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen and drank the first of probably several cups of coffee. So I am grateful for the indispensable ability acquired through parenting, where I am able to do many, many things with one hand.

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5 Questions My 19-Month Old Will Probably Never Answer


CAM071151. Seriously, I’ve been sitting here the whole time you’ve been in the high chair. How did you manage to get pasta sauce on your butt?

2. What specifically about whacking the front door with a hanger causes you to cackle with glee and triumph?

3. Don’t those bath bubbles taste nasty? I mean, you’re shoving them into your mouth like cake bites.

4. I understand you’re tired. But you do realize that your screaming keeps YOU from falling asleep too, right?

5. I’m fascinated by your stubbornness. Honestly, having neither seen nor eaten either before today, how exactly were you able to tell the difference between yellow cake and corn bread?

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Birth Of An Author


I am a writer.

I mean, I drink coffee and I like books. I literally eat them! No, wait… not literally. I just read… a lot. Oh, and I write funny posts about my kids, marriage, and life in general on my BLOG.

Okay, let me start over.

I am a writer who is one finished, first edition, brutally edited and picked apart, inaugural book away from becoming a legitimized – and hopefully successful – author.

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(and expert coffee drinker)

I literally have far too many stories to tell (okay, that one really IS literal). They are my written descendants. Stories that will perpetuate my unique form of social observation, my penchant for exhaustive familial commentary and (verbosity… STOP).

I embrace the challenge of bringing forth these personal works of endurance. These pillars of perseverance that demonstrate once and for all that raising 6 children and working a 9 to 5 job, while suffering from occasional sleep deprivation… will never circumvent fate! *cue Chariots of Fire music*

And so I invite you to help me give birth to the first of my literary progeny! You can do so by contributing to my GoFundMe campaign. Here’s the link: http://www.gofundme.com/authorbirth.

Dove Notes (tentative title) is my precocious child. Full of casual wit, personal observations, and the common experience of navigating interpersonal relationships. It is a collection of 100 curated anecdotes that will make you laugh, make you think, and provide you with the reassurance that you are not the only person in the world who is confused by life’s inconsistencies.

As with any serious endeavor, there are costs involved. Your donation will help cover the following:

$4,000 – the cost of a 15″ MacBook Pro that will be used almost exclusively for the purpose of writing and completing this book. And sometimes for playing music, to which my entire family will dance wildly.

$45 – the cost of Scrivener 2, a powerful content-generation tool for writers. I’ve sampled this program and it is an amazing piece of software tailored for writers.

$3,200 – the cost to obtain a Lulu.com Artful Self-Publishing Service Package that includes copyright registration, global distribution, ISBN assignment, editorial review, professional book design, an author website, Library of Congress Control Number, and various promotional materials.

$3,800 – will ensure the initial printing of 100 6×9 Casewrap Hardcover Books.

PRICELESS – my wife has graciously agreed to help me identify and set aside regulary scheduled, uninterrupted time to write.

Any amount will help. Just $5 puts me that much closer to the goal. With your support and encouragement, I WILL succeed.

From the bottom of my joyful heart,

Myxl Dove

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