TRYING TO FIND THE HUMOR IN IT ALL
I hate the dentist.
I didn’t always feel that way. I was fine as a child. It was the surgical removal of my wisdom teeth when I was in college, the resulting infections, disturbed nerves and crooked face with two black eyes that made me afraid of anything having to do with teeth.
So what have I been doing for the last week? GOING TO THE DENTIST! Oh first there was the preparation and fitting for two crowns, then there was the FOUR HOUR root canal, then one of the temporary crowns fell off in my mouth, then one of the two new crowns had to be retrofitted because of course the root canal had somehow managed to alter the shape of the tooth. And now I am just trying to figure out how to chew again.
Why am I telling you all this?
To gain your sympathy? Well, that would be very nice but that’s not the point. The point is it made me think about this blog and ask myself, is there anything to laugh about during a week like that?
Does laughter really help to conquer fear?
Can a week filled with discomfort, pain and apprehension generate anything the least bit funny? To my relief I discovered that the answer is yes, as follows:
- I left the dentist’s office with two new crowns in my mouth but not one single crown for my head. Damn. What a waste of money.
- While lying back in the dentist’s chair for the final 2 and 1/2 hour procedure I suddenly realized “I have been on my back for the better part of this week. I would never make it as a hooker.”
- Why isn’t the dental light also a tanning lamp?
- And when they pulled the tooth’s root out, why didn’t it lift something else, like my boobs?
I now have improved, solid teeth. Great. But more importantly for me the experience reaffirmed that when pushed against the wall I come out laughing, and that makes all the difference!