Almost two weeks ago I broke a molar, and the resulting filling and shifts to my bite has resulted in moments of extreme pain. Even when things are calm, the slightest pressure on a particular tooth is met with immediate agony. No, it's not a cavity, it's just sore from being banged around. I've been back to get the bite adjusted and it is somewhat better, but until the inflammation goes down, even a perfect alignment will hurt.
Thus: no burgers or hot dogs on the grill for me! I'll spend the fourth eating soft food and soups.
God is clearly helping me to value chewing, and the lesson is a good one. We take simple things like walking, using both hands, even breathing without congestion for granted. Then something happens and our prayers shift to earnest entreaties to restore these humble functions.
Other than gratitude, another outcome is to treat the underlying condition, and I have in fact bought a mouth guard, which brought great relief last night. It was the first night since the ordeal began of uninterrupted sleep. This gives me hope that it won't be long for the last remnants of pain are gone.
In the meantime, I will enjoy mostly liquid Independence Day.
Chateau Lloyd 
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