The Dentist

My best friend Marya HATES going to the dentist.  She stresses out about it for days on end and nearly has a panic attack before each visit.  Today I went to the dentist for the first time in about 5 years.  I was terrified.  I prepared myself for the worst.  I was convinced that I would have no fewer than 5 cavities, need two root canals and be diagnosed with an advanced case of gingivitis.  I think I finally understood Marya's fear.  I had no idea what I was walking into.  I've never had a cavity, I've never had braces.  When I was 17, I had my wisdom teeth removed with no incident whatsoever.  It isn't as though my dental history is a series of horrid events, but I still thought that this visit was surely to bring with it the words of doom.  It didn't.  After a very painful, intense, and rather bloody cleaning they told me that I have great teeth, I need to floss and come back in 6 months for my next cleaning.  I felt so lucky!  No, not lucky, blessed.  First of all, I have dental insurance so my visit didn't cost me a dime.  Second of all, I have parents who spent endless dollars on my dental hygiene over the years.  Third, I find a dentist office where all the staff is super nice and friendly and the dentist himself plays jazz at the Gulu Gulu Cafe where I work!

Today I also saw my therapist and we talked about the many blessings in my life.  There is an old Hymn called "Count Your Blessings" and I often think about it when I am feeling negative or depressed or upset about something.  I suppose counting blessings about a dentist visit may seem like I am going off my rocker but I maintain - if it is the little things in life that can bring me down, then it is the little things in life that can bring me back on up.  Last night I was feeling so dejected and listless.  My life felt pointless. A down day at work for no real "big reason."  But today I felt like a responsible adult; going to appointments, taking care of myself, researching grad school programs in England, catching up with my sisters, making plans to see friends. Today I choose to be defined by what brings me joy and not what brings me fear.  I suppose while I understand Marya's fear of dentistry, I can't say that I share that fear. Counting blessings in the dentist office...okay I am crazy.  But maybe it is the first step to managing my little fears and finding my little joys.

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