Wuss

I have, perhaps, the greatest dentist in the world. His name is Wesley Moore and his office is in Fort Smith.

When I had my recent routine dental cleaning, the hygienist found the first cavity I have ever had. :0( I have to get it filled tomorrow morning.

Dr. Moore pulled a wisdom tooth last year that had broken off and caused problems plus a whole lot of pain. He used some type of medicine that put me in a ‘twilight state,’ (my description). I knew what was going on and was able to cooperate, but didn’t feel anything or remember the details afterwards. It was wonderful. :0)

Since I immediately started having nightmares about my cavity filling (I admit it – I’m a total WUSS when it comes to anything involving the dentist) I called and asked them if they could give me the wonderful medicine again for the procedure. They didn’t call me a wuss or tell me that it was beyond ‘wussy’ to ask for it. They just rescheduled my appointment and arranged for that to happen.

I’m still uptight about having my first cavity and having to have it filled, but the experience with the medication makes it so I’m not having to be beaten down with a stick today in anticipation.

We will leave first thing in the morning, so I may not write tomorrow until later – or maybe not at all. Just wanted you to know, in case you were wondering why the chatterbox goes suddenly silent. :0)