An Embarrassing Admission

I have myself convinced that I am not a big worrier.

About big things, maybe I'm not.

You know I travel all over creation alone

with absolutely no fear.

And I spend no time worrying about being snuffed

out by chemical warfare.

I can't believe I'm admitting this, but

 I am a terrible "awfulizer" about small stuff.

That is my cousin Sarah's word for imagining the absolute worst outcome in any situation.

I think I can prove it to you.

We got home from Maui Saturday.

On Sunday night, I realized that one of my

dental crowns had come off, 

and I was chewing upon it!

A most unsettling situation.

Let's see what I can do with it!

My first thought when I saw how little tooth was

left for the crown to cover was...

ROOT CANAL.

So...if I'm going to have a root canal do I go

over to West Fort Worth where the lady endodontist

has moved who was willing to give me a

knock-out drug when doing my previous

root canals?

If I do that, someone will have to take me because 

I certainly can't drive myself.

But I'm afraid I will have a panic attack like I 

have had before if I let my regular dentist

try to do it.

So should I get a new endodontist?

What if they're not into knockout drops?

Well, maybe just maybe I won't have to have a

root canal.

But if I don't, the dentist will surely have to grind

on the tooth at least some to "clean it up."

So, will he have to deaden it?

Otherwise, that grinding is going to send me

into orbit, I'm just sure.

So maybe I'll take my iPod to listen to and,

oh yeah...I'll use the laughing gas!

That should get me through.

And what makes me think he can use that old

crown again?

I don't know what I'll do about chewing

while the lab gets a new one made.

I'm scared to death some of that minimal shell

of a tooth will break off before I even get to his office.

Much less for days while I wait.

 I'm already starving!

And, I am still suffering from jet lag.

This morning (Monday) is the only day I can 

sleep late this week.

Do I really have to get up at the crack so I can

call the dentist's office and make sure I get in?

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As it turns out, his office doesn't open until 11:00

on Monday.

I slept in a bit and still got an appointment for 2:30.

It took about 15 minutes for him to 

cement the same old crown right back on

that shell of a tooth.

No root canal, no grinding, no laughing gas.

Heck, I even forgot my iPod.

Didn't need it.


The sign I'm making here is "shaka" or
"hang loose!"
Not when it comes to dental matters.