Thursday, July 13th 2006

Last month I had lost a big filling from my mouth during a time of slight turmoil and unrest. The minor loss proved to be a major catalyst for change. From a psychological point of view, dreams about losing one’s teeth or loose teeth are a sign of loss of control and or a sense of being unprepared. In my experience, that has been pretty accurate. Knowing that, when my filling fell out it was a clear and loud sign that was taking physical form. It’s that relationship that I have with my body that often speaks louder than life itself. I was amazed at how blind I had been and to a large degree, lost control.

To take care of the problem and fix that life saving molar I turned to my buddy Chris who happens to be a dentist. It helps to have friends. It was a very large filling, I remember when I had it done. My mother took me to a local dentist who saw the cavity and claimed that a root canal was imperative and needed to be done right away. Following a cursory inspection of the shoddy facility Ma Hazzard said, “You’re out of your f’ing mind, we’re going somewhere else”.

That’s how we found Dr. Jeffery Orchen, who would be my dentist until I left Ohio. It was a major cavity, but I was spared the root canal by Dr. Orchen and left with a nearly 50% filling to fall out in June some 18 years later.

At the dentist’s office today I was given two doses of Novocaine and left for 20 minutes. Apparently this was supposed to be enough to make my lips and face numb. It was no where near numb, I was given two more. It wasn’t until after the procedure that I really felt the effects. It is a very annoying feeling, being numb and I forgot how dreadful it is. Drinking water required mind over matter and left me and Milo quite moist for the ride home.

With that ordeal behind me it became clear to me that I had some other things to deal with. Namely to take control of a situation I had been ignoring. I’m a big boy, I should know better, but sometimes I get my priorities out of whack and it takes a big piece of metal falling out of my mouth to remind me what is important.

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