Last Friday night I got to do something I’ve never done before. I got to experience hand holding. I’m sure that to most people this may not seem like a very big deal, but to me it was fantastic! There’s something very sweet and special about being 29 and getting to experience this sort of stuff for the first time. What others take for granted, is new and wonderful to me.
It’s definitely been a week of firsts. First time holding hands, and first time having a root canal.
I ended up going to the dentist on Tuesday (after spending most of the night laying in bed with pain radiating up and down the side of my face), and it was determined that root canal was needed. I know I mentioned that financially it wasn’t the best option for me, but I ended up deciding that I was just going to make it work, somehow. I was so terrified going into it. I totally trust my dentist, but I was genuinely scared of having a root canal. I’ve always heard such awful stories, and I didn’t want to experience one of those.
Laying there in the chair, as the dentist worked, I found a spot on the ceiling and stared intently at it. I began repeating Psalm 56:3 (“What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.”) and 2 Timothy 1:7 (“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”) over and over. After several minutes, I was sure we were nearing the actual bad part of the root canal, and to my surprise, the hygienist looked at me and said, “He’s all done with the root canal.” That’s right, I wasn’t even aware that what I was terrified of had actually been completed. Yay for Bible verses, awesome dentists, and excellent numbing!