Dental Woes
I have not talked about my dental experiences on paper. In fact I’ve barely talked about them at all. Only my husband, daughter and a couple of close friends knew about them in any detail. With shame and embarrassment I just kept my mouth closed.
A friend recently shared her own dental woe, which made me reflect back to my own. On my last dental visit, only a couple of weeks ago, I was told my mouth looked wonderful! That was a great relief as I sit in the chair, always anticipating some problem might come up. There were years of neglect, consuming lots of sugar, and not going to a dentist, or rather not going to the right dentist. My fear of dentists and doctors in general is founded quite solidly on some quite suitable for mal-practice claim mistakes. But then when it comes to flight or fight, my philosophy is definitely flight to the point of burying my head in the sand, and thinking it is probably my karma. After a long lull in not going to a dentist I decided I finally had to bite the bullet and go. I chose wrongly. Lesson – don’t trust a swinging pendulum or crazy eight ball to give you the most appropriate dentist suitable for you. The dentist I went to attempted a root canal by drilling his own new bypass canal. It took three additional dentists to tell me there was no root canal done on that tooth. “But I have a bill I paid for it. I could show it to you. “ Their reply, “Get your money back.” A hypnotist got me through that suffering for a year.
Needless to say, even after no apparent root canal and two fillings falling out the day after the visit I just paid the bills and never returned. I thought perhaps I had owed this dentist a karmic debt from a former life, and hopefully it was now repaid tenfold.
My next step was to consult the “You Can Heal Your Life” book by Louise Hay, which said that tooth problems were because of long-standing indecisiveness. That was definitely true. I would try to be more decisive…. at least more decisive about the next dentist.
Finally, through holistic channels, I found a dentist to correct that woe, plus more. By this time all the neglect and continued suffering was turning into quite an expense. This dentist would only do things right which meant all the mercury was to come out of my mouth…. a complete start over. Due to my panic my husband sat with me during the first office visit as the damage was assessed and the cost was determined. I turned to him and said for that amount we can either get my teeth fixed or a boob job. Luckily, he chose the teeth, saying my boobs were big enough.
Now when I smile I just think about the wrinkles that form under my eyes. But those are just going to have to stay there.
Tags: Louise Hay, You Can Heal Your Life
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