I dread what is coming.
I have a dental appointment for a little later this morning. I dread this for many reasons, mainly because I haven’t seen a dentist in a very long time. Which I have known was wrong all the while, but like others, I have my own dental horror stories. Let us go back, way back, further back, to my teen years when I had braces. Now, the braces though annoying, weren’t the issue. I dealt with that fine, even though I did eat things at times that were banned- think caramel. It was the day they were removed that began my journey from trusting to fear. As he was clipping the wires, he managed to cut my lip. As I sat bleeding profusely he simply handed me a tissue and continued. As a teenager this was horrifying. How could he be so callus?
Later I went to a dentist and had to have a tooth worked on which meant the dentist used laughing gas to keep me in the chair. I was released before the gas fully wore off. Its a wonder I didn’t get pulled over for driving under the influence, worse yet, I tried to go in to work. When I caught myself for the third time simply staring off into space I decided it was best for safety sake that I go home. The manager didn’t give me any issues over it as I had proof of the dental visit.
Later still, I had to have a root canal done. The dentist seemed okay, nice enough, attentive enough, no real pain. But some how or others, my face looked as if I had gone a round or two in a boxing match. It was swollen, all different shades of blue and purple with hints of red.
The last time I went to a dentist, as they tried to work on my teeth, the dentist had to repeatedly tell me that I had to breath. I didn’t realize that I was holding my breath and also had a death grip on the chair I was sitting in. My guess is that he really didn’t want me fainting from lack of oxygen but again, I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath. I was fully focused on remaining calm and allowing the needed work to be done. Breathing was secondary.
Now, in truth, these may all be minor things that I have allowed to build up in my head over time. That was bad, and that worse that was a nightmare. When it truth, it wasn’t. Still worse, I allowed it to be a major part in why I haven’t been to the dentist. I wonder, how often someone will allow minor issues with Christians or the church to stop them from attending church or for even believing. I wonder, how often incidents have happened, that have caused people to leave the church, abandon their faith, turn their back and walk away. I wonder.Excuse me, I have to go get ready for my appointment. I’ll continue this thought later.