Of course. which great
For three decades, that wasn't a problem.
This week, the time had come for a reckoning. Not a huge, wisdom-teeth-getting-yanked sort of a reckoning. No--my wisdom teeth have decided to take the slow but steady
If you've read the blog for a long time, then you'll recall that I'm a complete wuss when it comes to dentists. Pretty much scared stiff of them drills and shots. In the end, did the actual drilling cause much pain? Maybe not, though I needed three shots of Novocaine to get through it, but the fear of possible pain was more than enough to keep me occupied throughout the ordeal.
The good news is that it's over. I still have the teeth. (Which will no doubt seem like bad news, come the day when they have to be yanked for good.) My mouth is still pretty achy. (Drilling a wisdom tooth means you have to have your mouth really wide open for a long time. Less than fun.
My dentist is a really nice guy, but I still hate going to see him. :-)
And for those of you who have stuck with this post for this long, here's my favorite dentist scene from film. (Hey--any of you BYU Film/Lit students notice that Steve Martin with dark hair looks a lot like Dennis Cutchins? Ot is it just me?)