Drew and the Dentist

I didn't see at first how nervous Drew was about this dentist appointment. He dragged his feet getting ready, took time to actually eat breakfast (something he rarely does), and climbed in the car reluctantly. He sat back and closed his eyes. I just thought he hadn't quite managed to get awake yet.

I pulled into the parking lot, and he, tall man that is he, opened the doors for me like a gentleman should. I checked him in and we sat together facing the flat screen TV. He fiddled with his pockets, shifted uneasily in his chair, and struck up a conversation about any odd thing he could think about - angelology, soteriology, eschatology - good Lord. I finally asked him if he was nervous.

He let out a huge sigh and fessed up. He hates shots, and was terrible worried that he would have to have one. We talked about his fears for awhile, and though rationally he knew it really isn't all that big a deal, he was still worked up in a knot over it. I suggested he find a Bible verse or phrase that he could repeat to himself that might help him not be so afraid. He said he already had one in mind, but just couldn't focus on it.

I reached over and rubbed his back and he leaned into it like a cat, nearly purring his appreciation. When I stopped in ten minutes or so, he said "I didn't say you could stop." We both laughed and it seemed to ease his mind. It is true. It's easier to face something challenging and fearful when there is someone with you, and the physical contact can really help. I have been blessed to have good friends hold on to me while I was undergoing stuff. Sissy held my feet while I had my pick line installed, and Sherri held my feet while I had my stomach biopsy done. It reinforces knowing that someone else cares and will look out for you as much as they can.

Turns out, he had an plan assessment done today with the dentist, so no shots were required. We were merely mapping out a strategy for getting the work done with the least amount of distress and money. Good. The dentist told him again that he was committed to making the treatment as painless as possible. I signed the plan and off we headed, a much relieved Drew and a more concerned Mom who now has to come up with the moolah!