Think and Pray, Pray and Think

Sometimes a person just needs a little alone time, when nothing is required of her.  Even if that means getting a cavity filled.

Rewind to this morning. Eleven o'clock.

She said, "Just lay back and relax."

And I did.

I realized I had time to think.

So I freely thought.

And I prayed some.  A mom in my Sunday School class is needing to answer her son's question, "How does a baby get in there?"  In addition she wants scripture to back up the theory that God desires us to be virgins until we are married.  So I prayed for her and went over the verses I had found last night.

Then I still had some time, so I did some more relaxed thinking.  Have you done that lately?  So nice.

Then she started drilling.  And I jumped a bit.

"Did that hurt, or was it just pressure?"

"I'm not sure.  Try again."

Big pain.  Big jump.

Another shot to my gums to get really numb.  Okay, it went up to my eyelid.  My eyelid was numb.  But I had another fifteen minutes of thinking and praying time before she came back.  More about myself at this point.  Please let the numbing juice go to the place where she is going to drill, not just the whole right side of my face.  No longer very relaxed.

As I sat there I remembered my Dad telling about a time when the dentist couldn't get him numb enough and he told her to just go ahead and do it.  Could I be that tough?  How bad will it hurt?

She came back and drilled and my body tensed in anticipation of pain.  But, it was okay folks.

My hour of peaceful, no responsibilities time had come to an end and Paul and I laughed about my overly relaxed face.

Have you ever heard that red-heads have a hard time with anesthetic?  I believe it.  There was this one time "when I stayed up way past midnight," no, when I was having foot surgery and I totally woke up.  I remember my arms being strapped down and I said to anyone who could hear me, "I can feel that.  I can feel my foot."  And then I went back to sleep.  True story.