Christian romance author Brenda Coulter discusses writing, life, and the writing life.
I have no idea why I'm smiling. Maybe I'm just trying to convince myself it isn't going to be so bad.
Actually, it really might not be so bad. I had one a couple of years ago that was totally no big deal. The doctor talked the whole about airplanes (somehow he understood when I said, "Waa whoo whi ot oo eeii i uh ee aye-eee").He was fascinating. He gave me Vicadin, but I didn't use it but once or twice.So here's hoping your doc is like mine.
Ouch. Sorry to hear about that. Hope all goes well.
It wasn't too bad, actually, except that the endodontist hummed (and not always on key) for the entire hour I was in his chair... Petula Clark songs, mostly, interspersed with Christmas carols. I mean it, the guy never stopped humming, not even for a minute. When he launched into "Kiss Me Goodbye" for the fourth time, I would have given just about anything to have been able to bite his hand. Unfortunately, he had my mouth propped open.
I'm so glad it wasn't horrible!
Glad it went, I can't relate...never been there...Thank God!
My friend once kicked a dentist in the kneecap in the middle of a procedure. He refused to see her again. She has a Ph.D. in English. Sometimes, words just fail one.
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