It seemed like everything was getting back on track, I had started posting again regularly, then one day I was out to lunch with my brother Daniel, and as I bit into a tortilla chip, I saw stars. No, the salsa wasn't so good it hurt, something was really hurting, and it had nothing to do with the salsa.
My eyes were tearing up, and after taking a few swigs of water to clean out my mouth, my brother who is a dental student took a peek, wrinkled his nose and said, 'yep your pulp is exposed, it's your wisdom tooth.'
To be honest, I had no idea what a pulp was, but apparently it's the inside of your tooth, where all the nerve endings make their home, and they don't like to see the light of day. If you've never had a wisdom tooth extracted, the idea of the kind of pain one is in might be lost on you. Needless to say, for the past few days I have been walking around my apartment, face swollen, moaning and spitting up what my brother calls bloody secretions. I know too much information. It's getting better though, the swelling has gone down some, and soon we'll be back in the swing of things barring some unforeseen and quite painful circumstance.
Just a thought, something as small as a tooth can make you ache all over. It might be a stretch trying to make this a spiritual matter, but there is no such thing as a small sin. Even the smallest sin disrupts the natural state of the spiritual being.
Sorry for not posting, couldn't put a thought together if my life depended on it.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.