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| Me an older brother circa 1952 |
I've spent most of my life
terrified of the dentist. I think I have had good reason to be from
my earliest memories a visit to the family dentist, Dr. Froggly,
resulted in me biting his finger, only after he probed the cavity.
Nevertheless I remember him lifted me out of the dental chair I
must've been about five and marching me back to my motherAnd
informing her that she would need to find another dentist because he
was not going to work on me again. I think I may have found for five
years before seeing another dentist. Now, at this terror the fact
that I have an older brother loved to harass me anyway that he could.
My brother is five years older than me and of course I thought he
knew everything. Among the many half-truths he told me early on was
about the dentist, when numbing my brothers mouth That something
happened and the needle went into his eyes are felt like it did. My
brother only told me this once but stuck with me all my life. Later
in life I figured this was just another ploy my brother used to
terrify me and to keep me in my place.
I have not really thought
too much of this except when telling somebody of the trials and
tribulations of my childhood. However, this did come to the forefront
of my thoughts the other day when enduring my recent emergency
extraction. I just gone through this extended exposure to nitric
oxide – – again have no reason why I was subjected to this gas –
– but I guess I was sufficiently “relaxed” and the oral surgeon
came at me with the dreaded syringe. I'm rather proud of myself in
that I've gotten used to the needle in the mouth routine when it
comes to numbing my face. I've had good experiences with Drew Luke
was done a masterful job of numbing my face over the last two
decades. I mean hey disgThis guy's an oral surgeon he's got got to
know what he's doing! The answer to the needle into the back of my
mouth and delivered the payload And that was cool. I felt the “pinch”
and then he attacked the top of my mouth on the right side, the site
where the culprit tooth was to be extracted. The split-second feel as
if the needle into my mouth had gone all the way up to my eye! The
pain was instantly fleating then all was good. But in a flash I was
transported back My older brother warning me about the dentist needle
having it forced into my eye. And in that second I had to take back
all those negative thoughts I had settled in with these last 60
years. I can see now how he would've or could've thought that the
needle had gone into his – – after all he would've been about 10
years old to my five. So maybe, and this is what I really want to
think and believe, he was just big brotherly watching out for me let
me know what I needed to know.
I'm a little conflicted
how to proceed; at first I was going to forgive him then I realized
there's nothing to forgive you may have given me that information in
good faith looking out for me. Maybe I should forgive myself For
harboring negative feelings for so long. Maybe I should let it go to
laugh and the silent thanks a little brother to a big brother. He
really was looking out for me...or so I want to believe.
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