A Visit to the Dentist.

Well, what else could I call it?
For the best part of 2 months I had been making appointments to see the tooth doctor, and having to (gleefully) cancel them, for quite valid reasons. As in, my dear Joy, who is my chauffeur in stressful situations, was unavailable due to work commitments. Finally, it looked as though we had a suitable date. I had been to see him once, at which visit he told me what needed to be done: one broken tooth filled and the other, broken beyond repair, to be extracted. For which he would have to "cut your gum and then put stitches in". Stitches? How would I eat? I'm skinny enough and my appetite is poor enough that I don't need anything to make it worse! So I spent the next couple of months having nightmares about the awful thing awaiting me. On top of that, and worse, if possible, than the spectre of cut gums and bits of stitch digging into me, was the knowledge that I'd have to be lying flat on my back, with my head considerably lower than the rest of me! Oh, woe! I have sinus problems, along with an annoying, persistent cough, and I had visions of choking to death while the nurse stood there poking her little sucking device down my throat as the dentist sliced into me! Yikes! And did I mention that a 3rd tooth broke just 5 days before I went?  My appointment (the final one) was for Friday. By the previous Monday I was a basket case.
So, on Tuesday I did what any self-respecting Christian does - blurted my fears out to the ladies at the Bible study and got them to pray for me. And some of them, bless them, must have kept praying. Because, by Thursday I was feeling quite a bit calmer. Or maybe it was just a case of, well, there's nothing I can do about it, so let's just get the show on the road. Sort of like the feeling I have when we're all strapped in, the motors roar, the plane rushes forward for take off and I know there's not a thing I can do to stop it.

And now, it's all over. And wouldn't you know - more of those kisses.

 I had the idea to phone the receptionist a few days before and tell her of my anxiety about lying down. Asked her if my head could maybe be slightly elevated. She promised to talk to the dentist.  When I walked into the surgery, I couldn't believe my eyes. He had pulled the couch upright into a chair position! I blessed him for it. The anaesthetic was a breeze. Two teeth were filled in minutes, the extraction was quick and he said I didn't need any stitches! The cut closed quickly. I had been given a brochure to inform me about pain and swelling and how to handle it. From the time the anaesthetic wore off till now, 24 hours later, I haven't had a twinge of pain, or even any discomfort. 
I am so blessed and excited by the goodness of the LORD.
And it was great to wake up this morning feeling like a new person, and that a big load had lifted off me,