Life Lessons From a Dental Chair
In 2009 I went to the dentist for the first time in possibly ten years. Yikes! I had been taking our children for about a year and each time I went in, I would tell the dentist, "I'm next." I was in no rush to go because I had this foreboding feeling that, when I opened my mouth, things were not going to be good. I knew something wasn't quite right when my teeth were bleeding every day for about a year. This is NOT normal. When I would brush my teeth I would hear, "Dentist. You need to go to the dentist." I would shake the thought off like one would shake their head knowing a fly was trying to land on their nose. Well, just like a pesky fly keeps coming back until smashed with a fly swatter, the thoughts would come every day until I finally went to the dentist. My apprehensions were correct. I reluctantly went to the dentist and laid my life down in that dentist chair for some stranger to go poking around in my mouth. I was horrified when the dentist to...