Graham Cooke’s perspectives have expanded my thoughts about the love of God and His huge, out of the box vision for my life and desire for me to hear Him speak. I want to hear God speak to me. What do you want?
Yikes! Honestly I was a good sport but in my mind I had to fight off a panic attack. I salivate like a saint bernard and my jaws were never meant to open that wide. With all that, I feel like I can’t swallow enough and am near drowning on my back with both of the dentist’s hands in my mouth. Top that off with a nerve that refuses to numb despite repeated shots and you have a drilling torture chamber. His final words were “Just hang in there. I’ll be done soon.” This nighmare took 2 hours and 20 minutes of my precious time off. Boohoo! Sigh. But on the bright side, because I knew I was going to be a hot mess I minimized the misery by telling the dentist I needed a bite block to rest my jaws and I wanted to hold the suction so I wouldnt feel like I was drowning. This is what they brought out: an “isolight” that comes with a silicone bite guard so I can swallow, a flange that shields the back of my mouth from the shrapnel when he drills, built in suction and a light. I was not in dental heaven but it was a definite upgrade from hell to purgatory.