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,
and 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.
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).
ReplyDeleteToo funny! What a great thing though to offer up!
ReplyDeleteLadycub: 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.
ReplyDeleteYes, Diana, I do try to remember to offer it up. The rosary and Divine Mercy chaplet get me through it.
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.
ReplyDeleteHee hee. What an accurate analogy!