Hubby and I left before 6am this morning for a trip to Louisville to the dentist. Let’s face it, nobody enjoys the wicked tooth devil man, so when my name was called today, I walked down the hall with the technician, yelling, “please, please, don’t make me go in there, PLEASE!!!!!!!” Seriously, I was begging, and she just laughed at me! Easy for her, she didn’t have to sit in that chair for two hours with a rubber dam in her mouth while this silver haired Aussie dentist pushed and prodded and poked and asked her for various instruments of torture that he was going to use in my mouth, things I had never heard of before or ever want to hear about again.
But I put on my big girl panties and sat there, totally rigid, that yoga meditation does not work in the dentist chair, trust me, while he laughed and joked and drilled and pushed and tugged, and talked about his upcoming vacation to Australia, and, lucky me, I get to go back next week for round two!!!
No pain after I walked out the door though, well I didn’t have pain when I went there either, but at least I’m not hurting, and he was really nice when I asked him if he could please use the children’s needle on me, well actually I asked him if he could use the “baby” needle, which he thought was hilariously funny. Funny my ass, he should have been sitting in my chair, I guarantee he wouldn’t have thought it was so humorous!
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