Word has made its way through the family grapevine that one of the kids needs to go to the dentist but won’t because of that fear of pain thing. The kids are in their 20’s and 30’s now and they’re gonna do what they’re gonna do, I just wish I could transmit cosmic thoughts how much better it is to see the dentist than put up with pain.
I had a tooth pulled a few months back, this after a couple of days of incredible agony.
The Lady of the House said it was karma for bragging about a great checkup.
You see a few weeks before I had been to the dentist. He proclaimed me cavity free. So I was bragging to The Lady of the House. Then a few days later the tooth pain started. First it was a nagging little discomfort and grew to where I thought my head was going to explode.
“It’s not a cavity,” said the dentist when I went back for the new pain.
“When you had that tooth filled they covered a small hole where the pulp was exposed. Now it’s become infected.”
“A root canal or an extraction,” he said. The root canal with its crown would have cost about as much as a semi-decent used car. An extraction cost a little more than what I set aside for weekend yard sale-ing.
I opted for the extraction.
I was amazed at how fast it all happened.
“You’re going to feel a little pressure, now some more pressure,” said the dentist. “Okay turn your head this way. Okay it’s out.”
It seemed to happen that fast. I was so amazed I sat bolt-upright in the dentist’s chair and loudly proclaimed him a miracle worker.
But I won’t be nagging my boy.
He’s a grownup now.
Besides, kids never listen.