I do not understand why some people do not want to come to church. There are times when I invite a stranger to come visit my church, and they look at me like they’d rather have a root canal…
Oh, and speaking of root canals, mine are through finally. Let me tell you – I’d rather spend a lifetime in church than ever have another one!
I have a wonderful Endodontist (that’s a dentist who only does root canals all day every day – yes, he’s very busy). But no matter how nice they are, they are still having to do something for which no personality could ever compensate. On my first visit,[see my archives: Dec.31,2007] I went to him in pain, and left feeling sweet relief. This time, I went in without pain, and left miserable. This visit he had to put in a real filling in my tooth, the last one was just temporary. Well, I have never been punched in the jaw – thank goodness- but I would imagine that if I ever was, I’d feel the way I do now. My whole head hurts. My teeth really hurt. Will I ever have pain free teeth again?
I’m sorry I didn’t get pics of this exciting procedure, I just couldn’t do it. It’d be great if I did! For 1 1/2 hours I couldn’t say anything!! I had a rubber dam in my mouth (it wraps around the tooth that he’s working on and protects your mouth from the debris created by his work) and it is very uncomfortable. I was so miserable that when they stepped out of the room for a minute, I thought about just “hulking out”: turning green, ripping the rubber dam out of my mouth, and then growling as I stared at them and ran out of the building. But…I thought better of it. Honestly folks, it wasn’t fun. I did survive the claustrophobia brought on by having a piece of rubber in my mouth and people crowding over me and placing various and sundry tools in my face. Boy, did I breath a sigh of relief when it was over.
I came home and Mitch was still sick and Leslie and Laci were cranky because they still feel rotten. I was done for the day. I got supper, had the kids bathed and was in bed by 8:30.
I had better go take care of all the little sick ones – and take a big dose of Vicadin myself (relax, I’m just kidding) and get busy.

The next time you invite someone to church and they look at you like they’d rather have a root canal, just smile and say “Hey, it’s painless…really!” (I ought to know!)