Not quite as I planned... but still perfect

Spring Break was all planned out well in advance! I was so excited!

...And then I woke up Saturday morning with a throbbing tooth ache.

I have had a root canal before and I know they are NO fun.

They consist of constant, unending

PAIN.

So all morning I really hoped the pain was just something small that would go away.

Sunday I hoped for the same thing.

Monday I hoped for the same thing.

By Tuesday morning, I was positive I might just rip the tooth out myself!

I finally gave up, took some medicine, and called the doctor.

The Dentist sent me to the Endodontist.

The Endodontist sent me to the Oral-Facial Surgeon.

And within 4 hours of calling my dentist, I had two surgeries scheduled.

My dad gave me an awesome blessing before I went in, and Thursday at noon, I was knocked out in order to have my tooth extracted and the severe infection below it removed before it got in my blood stream.

The surgery went fine (it's practically like wisdom-teeth-round-two).

That was not in my plans for Spring Break.

BUT...

It was the only time:

- I had access to my doctors in the valley

- A responsible adult could take me and pick me up

- My mom could buy me endless soft foods

- I had access to a blender

- I could take off from school

Despite the fact that my doctors were all either out of town or overbooked, I was able to get through the system in a matter of hours and in for surgery within 48 hours.

Heavenly Father knew I needed to have this taken care of but that had it happened a different week, it would have put me extremely behind in school, driving down and up multiple times a week, and having to take care of myself while I healed.

So, although the infection has been there for WEEKS (more likely months or even a year), I didn't feel a thing until it was time to go home for Spring Break.

God's timing was PERFECT.

I still wish I didn't have to go through it (and I'm not looking forward to round two in a few months), but throughout the whole ordeal, I was so amazed that God was and is concerned with every small detail in my life.

Today, I am grateful that God cares about

ME!