The word you want is “want.”

Phrases you hope you’ll never hear your dentist say to her assistant across your gaping mouth:

“What’s that?  What is that?  I’ve never seen anything like this before!”

“I can’t stop the bleeding!  Look at this!  Where is it coming from?”

“She just had a root canal.  She already had it.  Is there another canal down there?  Or is there a fracture?”

“We have a situation here.  This isn’t good!”

“What do you think we should do?  Pack it?  I think I’ll cauterize.  I’m going to cauterize.”

“Hmm, that didn’t work.  It always works.  It’s our last resort!”

“Well, we can’t get an impression with it seeping like that.  I’ve got it all opened up and prepped but we’ll just have to have her come back and go through it all again next week—”

Phrases you hope you’ll never hear your dentist say to you, however reassuringly:

“You’re not going to bleed out or anything like that.  It’s not an artery.”

And, “You’re going to smell burning.”

I didn’t think I was scared even though the language was scary.  But I started reciting the 23rd Psalm in my head just in case.  I got as far as “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not—  shall not—” and for the life of me I absolutely could not come up with the next word.


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7 Responses to The word you want is “want.”

  1. tedrey says:

    Is this based on YOUR experience? Sadists, indeed.

  2. Actually she’s young and enthusiastic but quite competent too. I’m just not used to having a professional share his/her innermost thoughts, concerns and doubts about my case aloud. She was thoroughly apologetic and concerned for my welfare, but perhaps a bit too– transparent.

  3. And yes, this was my yesterday. . .

  4. I am shocked. Absolutely shocked! Are you okay?

  5. I have to continually sterilize that side of my mouth with an oral rinse that turns my teeth brown (temporarily, they tell me) and my hypochondria reminds me if an infection gets started through the wide-open, uncrowned tooth it may take a zipline to my mitral valve and drop me dead in my tracks—but yes, assuming the Wednesday appointment is the 30-minute-long piece of cake the dentist assures me it will be, I’m okay.

    Thanks for asking.

  6. I pray for you and Jerry when I pray for Tim, so, I’ll be vigilant about that tooth in prayer! I am still stunned at your calmness. I guess, it’s all you do, after all.

  7. I was curious about it myself. It is the least of 3 challenging situations in our lives right now. Every one of them is way more than I can handle. Either I’m in perpetual shock or I’m actually trusting God to handle them for us.

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