6 March 2014 Visiting the Surgeon

My youthful memories of a dentist are filled with a sadistic jerk our parents sent us to visit. I remember taunts and stupid comments while at his mercy in the chair. He was a man who thought pain was a natural part of seeing him. Needless to say, I've spent my adult life hating the thought of any dentist. Beyond that, my health issues have made most surgeries a last resort type of option. I finally reached a point where I needed dental surgery for an abcess. Good or bad, it was going to happen.

My dental experience of recent has been the complete opposite of the memories of my youth. Today the surgeon was beyond super. Everything happened as explained. The pain I had been told to expect either never happened or the events of my adult life have made me oblivious to the pain of dental surgery. Either way, it was great to take another step forward.

My doctor gives a reassuring thumbs up.

You're getting sleepy.

Please, don't make me ride in the chair.

Freedom is just down the hall.

Just a few more feet and I can get out of this chair.

After a long nap, we went for a cold, short walk at Metzenbaum