Obee Kabee

What is it about the dentist that makes you feel twelve years old again?

Or is it just me? 

I went today to the dentist to get a broken tooth fixed. I have never broken a tooth before… so I didn’t know what to expect. In my mind I was going to walk in and have a seat in the chair and the dentist would get out some white goup stick it in the hole, harden it, and send me on my way out the door. No biggie, right? 

Oh my, that was not how it went at all.

When I saw the numbing stuff coming at me and being stuck in my mouth with a big q-tip, panic arose in my chest and I said to the dentist “Ummm I was not prepared for a shot?!? I’m pretty sure my blood pressure is going up now.” She laughed and said, “well your normal.

Well I am not feeling so normal!

My hands are now sweating, my heart is racing and my kids are watching… so I begin to text my husband for moral support and I am secretly wishing he was here holding my hand… but would you believe no answer, ugh.

Then here she comes with the needle and she sees that I am obviously shook  so she tells me to close my eyes.

YES!

HELLO!

I now so want my Momma holding my hand. How crazy is that… I mean, geez, I am thirty-five years old. 

The shots of course take forever… they are not normal shots, they last and last and last and last and last. Then she says, “Are you okay?” I bravely nod yes, even though I really want to say “no, can my ten year old come over here and hold my hand please?”  Then she says “I think we are going to put some more medicine in.” WHAT? another shot??

I am trying to control my breathing, my eyes are closed, and yes I am singing, “our God is greater, our God is stronger, our God is higher than any other” in my head because I need my God at the dentist as much as I need Him anywhere else.      

After the shots the dentist walks away to let them take effect… things start going numb. My lip, my tongue, my cheek, the corner of my eye, my ear, my neck… I begin to wonder now if I am going to be able to breathe as my neck numbs. 

Then she returns with the drill and pointy things and… a spoon (I heard her ask for this, but I have no clue what it is).  I do really well at the beginning because I have decided to be brave but after a while panic begins to set in and my feet start twitching and my hands start rubbing and I forget the lyrics to “Our God” (yes that is how headed to freak-out mode I was). So I resort to Lord Prepare Me to be a Sanctuary but the rest of the words eluded me and so I run to old faithful… “Jesus loves me this I know” 

Oh me… so glad it’s over!

Anyway, all that to post this just for your enjoyment 🙂

 

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