Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Dentist

I've always thought that going to the dentist was a bit like going to confession. You don't want to do it, but you always feel better afterwards for having done it.

Today I realized, though, that when going to confession, you tell the priest your sins. With the dentist, he tells *you* your "sins"!

After lying in the chair and getting a sharp object stuck repeatedly in my gums, Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucketand hearing ever increasing numbers being calmly called out by the hygenist, I hear someone in the next room getting, "2-2-2; 1-2-2; 2-2-2" and similar numbers being read. I bet the patient was in his teens. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

4 comments:

ladycub said...

My day at the dentist is tomorrow evening. And yes I'm sure the Dentist will be telling my my "sins" (Bless me Dentist for I have sinned..I have not been for a cleaning/check-up in #hidden number# years).

diana said...

Too funny! What a great thing though to offer up!

4HisChurch said...

Ladycub: I'll have to remember that: "Bless me Dentist for I have sinned"! Good luck at your appointment. My mom gets a rout canal tomorrow.

Yes, Diana, I do try to remember to offer it up. The rosary and Divine Mercy chaplet get me through it.

Innocent said...

I've always thought that going to the dentist was a bit like going to confession. You don't want to do it, but you always feel better afterwards for having done it.

Hee hee. What an accurate analogy!

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