Everything I wrote yesterday was both true and false. In this instance, the wisdom to know the difference was not on my side. I am now taking penicillin. And I can’t talk.
Step 7: Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
Last night was one of the worst nights I’ve ever spent. I never achieved more than three total hours of sleep; the pain was just too great. All alone, dark hours, panic and despair throbbing along with my left jaw line. Four years ago I broke my ankle. Snap. The pain each time I swallow is worse.
But I knew better, right? Why get it checked out at the first sign of trouble, when I can spend an extra twenty-four hours in misery? I’d just be wasting my time and money; one of the local rubes who wants antibiotics for a cold.
I’ll write more tomorrow. Right now I’m washing everything and opening all the windows and gargling with Lidocaine.
12 the hard way 