You don't think of them drilling, you don't think of the chips flying all over your face, you don't think of the icky smells, you don't think of the light in your eyes. You don't listen to the dentist ask for this tool or that one, or say to his assistant, "hold her tongue out of the way." You don't poke your tongue (well, if you could feel it, you sure wouldn't) in the tooth they are working on, and you don't wring your hands.
You go someplace else.
I designed a quilt in my head.
I was so far away that more than once the dentist had to repeat his instructions to me to do something, because I wasn't listening.
8 comments:
i hate the dentist!! so i feel your pain.
but i love those colors you've picked out...what a gorgeous color palette!
Those are beautiful colors. They really remind me of spring.
Tara
PS - I often fall asleep at the dentist and have to be woken up to do something or other. I love going to the dentist.
Brilliant! I do something similar when I'm doing something I don't want to do and have to be yelled at a couple of times to bring me back!
Oh, girl, you turned a yucky time into a dream .
I could sure play in that pile !
I alternate between designing quilts and walking along the beach of Lake Michigan (NOT in the winter) listening to the sea gulls scream, the water, and the wind . . . my dentist now asks me where I've been.
HUGS as you cope with the tooth and the weather!
Good way to distract yourself.
Do you give lessons on how to do that so effectively? If so, sign me up please.
Megan
Sydney, Australia
Ah, you know I love this photo!
The last time I used my tongue to feel something, I exclaimed how huge that hole felt and my dentist, who cracks me up anyway, said "yeah, well- tongue's'll lie to ya." I started snorting and laughing and nearly choked to death and as soon as he left the room, his assistant and I about fell on the floor, in hysterics. I was thinking he had no idea just how right he was. *snork*
Sorry. I digressed! lol
Again, love your rainbow of fabrics!
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