Praise God, I Survived!

A Writer's Corner


I hate going to a dentist! The first time I meet a new dentist I immediately tell them I am the biggest chicken they have ever had and as far as I am concerned they can hit me in the mouth with a sledge hammer, pop some dentures in, and I’ll never have to see them again.

Of course that shocks the daylights out of them but then the sympathy takes hold and they assure me that I’ll be fine and they’ll be as gentle as possible. Do I believe them? No!

Most of this day has been spent in that dentists chair getting two crowns done. With nerves on edge I won’t open my mouth until I’m in the twilight zone with “Happy gas” lifting me up and away and beyond.

During the procedure inspirational music is blasting in my ears to take the edge off…

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