July Thirteenth, I wonder

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.

Bella giving me that concerned look

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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10 Responses to July Thirteenth, I wonder

  1. Sheree says:

    You need to find a good dentist you can trust.

  2. BookWorm says:

    Bella’s so beautiful! You have got a companion to cherish!

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  4. I like the expression on Bella’s face! I loved your post… cheek in humour. I have been putting off dental visit, your narrative has helped me to take one more step towards the dentistry. 😊

    • Thank you. Between Bella and Molly they can offer the best expressions, from guilt to pity to love. My visit was way overdue, and would probably still be put off if not for the pain.

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