Keep Your Mouth Shut

As I stumbled out of the dentists office the feeling in my face along with my memory slowly returned. I recalled him saying “we’re going to numb you up a little bit”. Are you kidding…I couldn’t even feel my eye brows. If that was a “little bit” what’s the next step…general anesthesia?

Anyway I was pleased with the outcome. All the plastering on of material, curing it with a laser light out of “Star Wars”…all the grinding, scraping and polishing was worth it.
He had created a perfect sculpture of a tiny tooth in some kind of white marble-like substance.

I had become accustomed to that bicuspid. It was a baby tooth actually and for some strange genetic reason it had never fallen out. So after breaking a piece off on the occasion of my 64th birthday I was pleased it could be given a new lease on life. Science and medicine have come a long way…I can’t imagine sporting a wooden tooth.

Now I no longer feel the need to heed the warning of my wife… “Keep your mouth shut.” I hope she was referring to the “tooth” thing.


Thank you Lord, for all these wonderful benefits I enjoy.
Thank you for a dentist that knows what he is doing.
Thank you for a wife who is always there to give advice.
Amen


3/10/2009