Sore on Simchat Torah, but not from dancing
It all started after I'd participated in the hakafot at my favorite egalitarian Conservation synagogue in Manhattan. As I was leaving, I began to feel not so well.
At first, I thought it was just gas. But by the time I'd been home for about an hour, it was clear that I was having another kidney-stone attack. Apparently, I hadn't "passed" that stone, after all. :( My husband said that, from what he understood, a kidney stone can't be seen on a sonogram after it leaves the kidney and starts making its way south because there's too much in the way. Now you tell me?! :(
On the plus side, this attack wasn't as bad as the first one. I didn't have to go to the hospital. In fact, I even managed to get by without taking a Percocet.
But the story gets better: I was awakened quite early in the morning by soreness in my gum from my dentist's recent attempt to drill for oil. So I broke Yom Tov by calling him before going to synagogue, just to make sure that I shouldn't be going to the Emergency Room instead--after all, I'm not usually still sore four days after having a tooth drilled. He determined, judging by my description of my discomfort, that I wasn't facing an immediate emergency, but told me in no uncertain terms to call him on Monday at 7:30 AM so that he could check out my tooth as early as possible. He also informed me that the simple replacement of a broken tooth with a crown might have to be upgraded to a root canal procedure.
Between one bit of excitement and the other, I thought better of returning to Manhattan for the morning's hakafot, and ended up spending Simchat Torah morning at our local traditional Conservative synagogue for the first time in several years. Not for nothin' I usually davven/pray in a synagogue that's both egalitarian and more balanced, age-wise, on Simchat Torah--despite having had a kidney-stone attack the night before, I was still the only woman dancing. Sigh.
Oh, well. I hope I'll have better luck next Simchat Torah.
P.S. Much to my surprise, I got a call from my dentist shortly after I'd published this post. After hearing me describe how my tooth and/or gum felt, he concluded that I wasn't really facing an emergency and didn't have to see him tomorrow. However, when I see him on Wednesday to have the crown "installed," he'll take the precaution of using temporary cement and waiting a week before deciding whether it's safe to install the crown permanently or whether I need root canal.
Okay, enough of that boring news. We now return you to your regularly-scheduled blog.
At first, I thought it was just gas. But by the time I'd been home for about an hour, it was clear that I was having another kidney-stone attack. Apparently, I hadn't "passed" that stone, after all. :( My husband said that, from what he understood, a kidney stone can't be seen on a sonogram after it leaves the kidney and starts making its way south because there's too much in the way. Now you tell me?! :(
On the plus side, this attack wasn't as bad as the first one. I didn't have to go to the hospital. In fact, I even managed to get by without taking a Percocet.
But the story gets better: I was awakened quite early in the morning by soreness in my gum from my dentist's recent attempt to drill for oil. So I broke Yom Tov by calling him before going to synagogue, just to make sure that I shouldn't be going to the Emergency Room instead--after all, I'm not usually still sore four days after having a tooth drilled. He determined, judging by my description of my discomfort, that I wasn't facing an immediate emergency, but told me in no uncertain terms to call him on Monday at 7:30 AM so that he could check out my tooth as early as possible. He also informed me that the simple replacement of a broken tooth with a crown might have to be upgraded to a root canal procedure.
Between one bit of excitement and the other, I thought better of returning to Manhattan for the morning's hakafot, and ended up spending Simchat Torah morning at our local traditional Conservative synagogue for the first time in several years. Not for nothin' I usually davven/pray in a synagogue that's both egalitarian and more balanced, age-wise, on Simchat Torah--despite having had a kidney-stone attack the night before, I was still the only woman dancing. Sigh.
Oh, well. I hope I'll have better luck next Simchat Torah.
P.S. Much to my surprise, I got a call from my dentist shortly after I'd published this post. After hearing me describe how my tooth and/or gum felt, he concluded that I wasn't really facing an emergency and didn't have to see him tomorrow. However, when I see him on Wednesday to have the crown "installed," he'll take the precaution of using temporary cement and waiting a week before deciding whether it's safe to install the crown permanently or whether I need root canal.
Okay, enough of that boring news. We now return you to your regularly-scheduled blog.
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