Yes, having chronic tooth ache is not fun. Although I’m not sure if you could call it chronic, but it was painful! I sat home yesterday indecisive about whether or not I should call a dentist. In the end I walked across the road to the pharmacy because the pain was killing me, although not enough to sit in the chair. The pharmacist gave me a box of paracetamol and the thing worked wonders! The last time I was handed pain killers was after the birth of our youngest child for the after birth contractions (which, I am told, hurt double when one breast feeds) and even then I didn’t take it. “I can handle the pain,” I said to myself. “If I can handle giving birth, I can handle this!” So brave I was. Maybe why I only had three children. Come time to visit the dentist, I shrivel. But we’ll be in Austin in a fortnight and I plan on seeing my dentist, unless my teeth feel like they’re stuck in a block of ice again. In which case I will need to sit in the chair sooner.
The Dentist by Gerrit van Honthorst
Which reminds me: it’s Art Shelf Challenge time! Care to join? The painting I have chosen has nothing to do with this month’s theme on New Years Resolutions (I’ve been thinking of not following a monthly theme). I saw a similar painting like the one above by another Dutch painter when we visited the Art Museum in Dallas Forth-Worth a couple years ago. Looking at that painting was the highlight of our visit. We couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I so wish I could remember the name of that artist! But I love this painting too. I’m so glad my dentist doesn’t get his assistant to hold a candle up for him to see my teeth, but just look at the pain on that patient’s face! And the hand that’s holding his right hand from thwacking the dentist! Oh the horror of dentistry back in the days when there were no pain killers! I can hear his cries from here: “A wan ma mum!”
