...while undergoing the oral surgeon's knife tomorrow (Thursday) for a tooth extraction from a nasty abscess ...use this picture of me for my holy card in case I make it to saint. St. Therese of Lisieux already is doing the "rose" thing as a sign. If I am so lucky to crawl through the gates of heaven, I'm going to send English springer spaniels as my sign. I want to be the patron saint of people whose patron saints are overloaded with requests. St. Polycarp too busy? Ask me. St. Anthony backed up on lost key requests? Ask me. A Jill of all trades. I'll probably sail through okay, but, just in case, okay? And say a prayer the viocodin fairy gifts me too.
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Karen, you are in my thoughts and prayers, having experienced this on 3 agonising occassions (the absess and extraction being necessary each time, I don't have THAT many teeth left a a result!)you most certainly have my sympathy and you will be in my thoughts and prayers.
What i usually do in the dentists chair is hold my car keys really tight in one hand and my inhler in the other....if it gets too bad i can always jab him with my keys right? (j/K)
I also detrmine to pray the Our Father. I have NEVER yet finished it. Not because the surgery wasn't that long but because i am usually distractd by pain (sorry), or something else, and then i have to start over.
One of these days i might be able to pray it the whole way through!
Good luck. Will say a prayer... I really HATE dentists!!
Thanks, I'm off soon. I'll be good and not eat first. LAST time I went to get a tooth pulled it was one of my wisdom teeth. I had "things to do and places to go" that day so when they said "we could put you out like a lightbulb and you'll be out cold and like a ragdoll for hours afterwards, OR we can give you a local and you'll be a little woozy but able to function in relative short time" ...I decided to bite the bullet and picked option two. The procedure had been so modern, I was lying down on a virtual couch and there was a substantial piece of equipment. They shot me up...and as God is my witness I had been on that couch for all of 30 seconds and they'd put something or other in my mouth and promptly said "done" -- I laughed so hard that that was all there was too it. This one might be a little longer, because there'd been a nasty fracture and the whole tooth isn't there to grab, but come to think of it, I don't think the whole tooth was showing then either. At any rate, I looked at other patients in the recovery rooms who'd taken the general "out cold" method and they were like zzombies. I strutted out of there. I think if I have a choice I'll take option two again. If the vicodin fairy is at the end of the trail it won't be too bad.
God knows dentistry had considerably improved from my first dental visit age three when Ithought Satan himself (with hairy arms and very slow drill) was trying to kill me.
Oh dear - I think I just missed you. I have one word for you..........DRUGS, and lots of 'em.
Let us know how you are doing.......
Precious picture! And send me a English spaniel! But your not ready for Heaven yet--you still have to stay "stuck" down here and suffer with the rest of us!
Tara, one priest I knew said: "It's a curious fact, but everyone wants to get to heaven, but nobody wants to die!" :-D
Oy! Saw this too late, but glad all went well.
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