I’ve already told you about my toothache woes in a prior “Stronger Than I Look” post. And while you should remember all details of each and every post I’ve ever written, here’s the synopsis: a dentist broke a needle in my mouth when I was very young and then the same dentist extracted my impacted wisdom teeth many years later without putting me under to which I hyperventilated myself into a “snorting” oblivion. End result: I’m supersize scared of needles, especially anywhere near my mouth. And I snort when I’m terribly upset.
So, why does the toothache have its own holiday? Who on earth would celebrate a toothache? I wasn’t sure so I had to do some research. Some say this holiday coincides with the day that the Hershey Corporation was founded, which was February 9, 1894. Others think that it’s a celebration of the Feast of St Apollonia, which is also February 9th.
St Apollonia is celebrated in certain circles as the Patroness of Toothaches. See, back in her day, she had all of her teeth broken out during a pagan uprising. Then, if that wasn’t enough, she was given the choice of renouncing her Christianity or being burned alive. She jumped into a pit of fire voluntarily before her persecutors could throw her in. Â This was back in 249 AD. So, now, because of her martyrdom, you’re to ask for her intercession when you have a cavity. I wonder how she feels about that? If she’s sarcastic (like I am) she would say something like “Really? Patroness of the TOOTHACHE? I got robbed. And why is today a celebration of my FEAST when they KNOW I don’t have any teeth? I guess I’ll just have a couple of melted Hershey bars.”
But then again, she is a SAINT. She wouldn’t own a personality disorder like sarcasm.
I couldn’t find a picture of her smiling.
So, I have a broken toe. I busted it yesterday when I accidentally kicked a suitcase that was laying in the middle of the floor. It’s my middle toe – or the “piggy who ate roast beef” – and it appears that I’ve broken it at the top joint. It hurts, but at least it’s a pretty purple color. I tried to insert a picture here, but technology has failed me at this point in time.
Having this broken toe and then learning that the toothache has its very own patron saint made me curious if there was a patron saint of broken toes. There’s not. The closest saint would be St Drogo, who is the patron saint of broken bones. He is also in charge of shepherds, coffee houses, hernias, mentally ill people, and unattractive people. Sort of a “catch-all” of patron saints I guess. And yet, all Apollonia got was the toothache. She WAS robbed.
So, this is what I do with myself while my son sits through an infusion of chemo. My brain goes a million miles a minute and I catch what I can to pass it on to my loyal readers. I have to tell you, I am NOT in charge of my brain. It does its own thing and I keep up with it as best as I can.
Some would call me mentally ill, but at least that still qualifies me to fall under St Drogo. I know he’s got my broken toe and my defective brain, I just hope he’s got my back.
To learn more about what Saint is in charge of your “state”, check out http://saints.sqpn.com/
More later. 🙂