I’m sure that this was not the first time but for now it will serve as the most memorable.
Here’s a little history:
Several weeks ago I broke a tooth while I was eating. It broke off at the gum line so the root had to be dug out. Today was the day…. on a Monday….. 7:15AM….
Some topical numbing agent on cotton swabs with three inch sticks coming out of my mouth. I’m uncomfortable, breathing through my nose, and getting numb real fast.
This is precisely the time that the nurse wanted to get an oral history from me. Have you ever tried to say “Gainesville”, “seventy-one”, or “Levothyroxine” with Novocain numbing your tongue and lips?
Then the Oral Surgeon, who also wanted to be conversational, appeared. He seemed to understand all the garbled words that were falling from my numb lips. I heard him say, “You’ll Feel a Little Pressure”. He was wearing a mask, holding a scalpel, and some other tool that looked like chrome plated pliers.
A little pressure?? Are you kidding me? A razor knife and a pair of pliers in my mouth caused me to have an entirely different sensation.
Maybe I’ve had it wrong all these years. The broken arm, the snake bite, the stab wound? Pressure? All these years I thought it was pain but apparently I was wrong….or, I was lied to today.
In the Bonds of Calvary,