Memoirs of the Dentally Ill

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A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly

My husband knew what he was getting into.  We were sitting waiting for a worship band rehearsal to start.  I had had a tooth extracted and was sitting there bleeding with gauze in my mouth when he asked me if I would marry him.  I always joke that I said yes because I couldn’t say no!

When I was young, we had a dentist who was an alcoholic.  Of course, we didn’t know that at first.  We knew that he was cheap, and for a passel of farm kids that was the most important criteria for my folks.

Who knows what might have been, but he drilled and extracted to his intoxicated heart’s content.  He would tell me, “Oh, this is just a little one.  We don’t need Novocain.”  As I gripped the chair, turning my fingers blue, he inevitably would say, “Oh, it’s a little deeper than I thought…

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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