April 23, 2009 5:57 PM
Of dentists and teaching kids to drive
Have a list of stuff to blog tomorrow, but taking it easy tonight.
My dentist and I have been working through a root canal. I know that's an odd way to put it, but I am such a baby when it comes to pain that it takes a lot of gentle coaxing - and numerous shots of Novocain to accomplish something like this. My dentist proved himself to be a caring and compassionate man - as though he minored in counseling.
This latest drain on the family finance excursion into improved dental health started with - well, with a lot of pain, of course. And I kept putting off doing anything about it because there was just so much other stuff to take care of at home. Saw one dentist in December who couldn't find anything wrong. So I went to see Tripp's dentist last month and he found a crack in my last molar, Had to take out the filling, drill down the crack, remove the nerves (sounds simple, doesn't it? Well, it's not :), and put in a crown.
Shudder. Today was the third visit and we are finally finished. I just have to deal with the expected uncomfortable aftermath. Along with the unexpected, which is that my shoulders feel as though I'd spent the day carrying a ton of bricks. Somehow, despite my best efforts to stay relaxed I was probably hunching them protectively. Not that it would do any good.
I don't think I could be a dentist. No offense, but I just don't think I could risk causing people pain. Of course, I critique writing - and maybe those who've been through that at Mount Hermon would say that's just as bad :) - then again, we're all hoping the suffering - whatever it was - will be worth it in the end.
Anyway, Tripp (still unsteady on his feet, but determined to be useful) drove me today and took Maddy to take her driving test - which she passed, Glory Hallelujah! so now she has her learner's permit and we are on the way to having another driver in the house.
Maddy will be the eighth child Tripp has taught to drive - and may be the last as our other four have Down syndrome and only a teensy number of individuals with Down syndrome are able to drive.
Teaching driving is another thing I don't feel capable of doing - but just remember, I can't ride the rollercoaster either. I scare easily.
Which reminds me of that clip from Clueless:
Okay, now that I've completely ruined my image. . . . scared of dentists, roller coasters and teaching kids to drive...
What's new with you?
Comments
Me, too, all of the above. And freeways. I confessed my fears here:
http://www.semicolonblog.com/?p=2167
Posted by: Sherry Early | April 24, 2009 12:07 AM
Oh, you poor thing. All that pain. I wouldn't like that very much either. And I'm with Sherry Early. I'm scared of freeways. Used to be able to drive them but not anymore.
Posted by: Sue from Buffalo | April 24, 2009 9:44 AM
I don't like to drive, but I pretty much refuse to drive in California. Those people drive like maniacs! I actually LIKE stop and go traffic in LA because people can't go fast.
Posted by: Debra | April 26, 2009 12:28 PM
