The situation resolved itself in an hour or so but that was too late. The dam had broken and the salty water ocean of my brown eyes burst forth.
When I finally dried up I was thinking I’ve never done that before. Whoa! My brain like an efficient secretary went to the files and pulled out a reference. My mind flashed back to spring of 2000. Where I was sitting at a bus stop crying into my cell phone. Before arriving at the bus stop I held it together for over an hour in a dental chair at a teaching hospital. I endured shot after shot but they were unable to anesthetize the area needing work. In the chair I was calm and smiling after each failed attempt. How did they know it wasn’t working? The shuddering moans coming from me. Finally the instructor comes into the room. He quickly sums up the problem and apologizes. An infection and my high blood pressure are the culprit. I leave with a future appointment, walk two blocks to the bus and fall into a crying jag.