I didn’t used to hate it, but for the last few years it seems all that scraping and digging and scraping just about push me over the edge. Maybe my 40-year-old teeth just can’t handle it anymore.
And really, it’s not the dentist’s fault. It’s the hygienist who actually makes the deal or breaks it. They’re the ones who actually do most of the work. The dentist is there for all of about 3.4 minutes, does a little poking around, checks my bite, looks under my tongue, and he’s outta there. I actually love my dentist as a person (even though I’d rather love him from afar), but the last THREE TIMES I’ve gone, his hygienist has made me seriously consider breaking up with him. She is SO ROUGH, and I’ve left the office in major pain, feeling like I've just had oral surgery, and have had to take Advil for 2 solid days just to be able to eat.
Not kidding.
So when I went last week, I literally was dreading it for 3 days before. I woke up that morning praying that God would “Please don’t let me have the
Did you know God cares about your mouth comfort? Glory and hallelujah, I didn’t have the rough hygienist! And since I didn’t, and since my dentist seems to get a new one about every 18-24 months, I figured she was gone. But she wasn’t. I saw her in the office. God was just having mercy on my gums. Thank you, Lord.
However, it looks like He’s calling me to take the longer, less glorious and hallelujah-ous road with respect to all the trouble I’ve been having with my jaw. For about the last two years, every time I go to the dentist he says, “You know, your jaw’s not going to get any better until you get braces.” Ugh. And it’s been hurting enough – and badly enough – lately that I’m seriously contemplating yielding to his
And relishing my clean, not-throbbing teeth.
That's Divine providence! Sorry about the jaw issues, they aren't fun. From someone who has spent a lot of time in the dentist's, orthodontist's, and oral surgeon's chair over the years, I can relate.
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