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.

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