So, sorting everything. Today off to the optician and the dentist. Lots of sitting around. So I took a book. I'm currently reading "Creative Suffering" by Paul Tournier. It was recommended me by a Spiritual person I go and see every once in a while.
I walked into the dentists with it tucked under my arm. He motioned me to the chair so I put the book down and took my seat.
"I'll just leave this here" I explained.
His eyes lit up.
"This is a book about suffering?" he asked. "Do you mind if I?"
"No not at all."
He picks it up. He begins reading the back cover. Excitedly out load.
"This is such an important subject." he says and so important to me. "How people deal with pain."
"Ah ha I dan dee dash" I say.
"People need someone to help them in their pain." he says
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"Sometime they are alone, but they are not, they have God and he is with them in their pain."
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"Ow"
"Does the man who wrote the book have a faith?"
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"Ow"
"I will read this book. I must take down the title."
It seems my dentist is very interested in the concept of pain. He told me while scrapping plaque from my most sensitive teeth. Without a hint of irony.
You couldn't make it up.
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I think it must be something about dentists (I had my teeth scraped the old fashioned way today, spookily enough).
During this the dentist talked about the artnritis in her neck and effect of poor posture during work on her - after some incomprehensible attempts from me, I gestured at a specific thumb joint, so she changed topic to arthritis there...
I haven't told you about my lovely trip to the dentist have I?
Lying there having a root canal and somewhere in the procedure the dentist had to burn away some of my gum...
After indicating quite clearly that I needed to breathe and failing to get the dentist's attention, I breathed in a mouthful of smoke from my burning flesh.
This, perhaps unsurprisingly, caused me to start coughing.
The dentist calmly stopped, looked into my eyes and said "You can begin to imagine what it was like in the concentration camps can't you?".
why do dentists try to talk to you when their fingers are inside your mouth? seems like they're asking to be bitten!
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