Table For Seven

It's been a long time since I have been to the dentist. I guess as a mom you get sidetracked with everyone and everything else and sometimes your own dental health takes a back seat. Next time I need someone to push me back up to the front seat when I go this long with good dental care. Is 6 years really a long time to go without seeing a dentist? Anyway.

A few weeks ago I finally went in and was informed of the numerous cavities that would need the Dr.'s full attention. 2 of which were already beginning to bother me and I felt sure something was wrong in that location. Sure enough the Dr. let me know that the cavity was quite large and almost required a root canal. But he would try to let it ride with a filling "IF" when he got in there it wasn't to close to the nerve.

So today was the day.... I"m usually pretty good about handling these situations. But the fear began to build around noon. I went in and I must say that this Dr. did an excellent job, I did not feel a THING... Not a thing, He has a very gentle touch and I appreciate that greatly in a dentist.

However, something weird happened during the numbing process. I got a little too numb. My face and gums were numb but so was the rest of me. The room began spinning and I felt like I weighed 1000 pounds. I asked if this was normal but I got the You'll be OK speech. He said sometimes this does happen but usually leaves quickly. So, he began to work on my teeth and I got really relaxed. Flashbacks of a Seinfeld episode began to play in my head.

Then the theme song for Grease began to play and I wanted to jump up and dance. Thankfully, my legs were heavy like bricks and I couldn't move if I wanted to. About this time the drilling began. It's funny how the smell of filed teeth can transport you back to when you were 8 years old and sitting in the dentist chair.....During the drilling there was lots of praying. Not for me but for anyone I could think of. I was trying to focus my attention away from myself.... I prayed and prayed until at some point I was pleading with God that if he had any plans to rapture us in the next 7 days or so that NOW would be as good a time as any, Come Now! But I heard good job and the theme music to Footloose and knew that it was over and I had survived.

Apparently my reaction to the medicine was atypical. The receptionist said, "Dear, you look plum wore out" I felt plum wore out... so much so that I sat in the waiting room another 20 minutes before driving home. I still maybe shouldn't have driven at that point but I was ready to get home and it's only about a mile to my house. (David was shuttling kiddos around to birthday parties)

All I can say is it's over and I don't have to go back until....... about a month for a little more work.