Quote: Perseverance

Do the hard jobs first. The easy jobs will take care of themselves.

Dale Carnegie

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Why I Hated The Dentist

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We were talking at work lately about dentists, and I recommended the practice I go to for a coworker. She asked why I like them so much, and I told her why I hated dentists for many years.

When I was young, like most of my generation, I had cavities. And my dentist filled them. With no anesthesia. My dentist didn’t believe in it, I guess, and that left me terrified when I had to have my wisdom teeth out. Luckily, that dentist did believe in anesthesia.

But still, six fillings done without it? I cringe thinking about the pain as the dentist drilled near the root.

So now I’m older and I have reached the stage where fillings need to be replaced.

The first time one fell out, and my tooth ached, I called the doctor’s office. He was rude, because it was on a weekend. (Why give out your number if you don’t want to be called?) Anyway, since this joker was also the one who x-rayed my sinus cavity and told me it was a tumor, I sought another dentist.

The second dentist, recommended by a friend, used the excuse that I was pregnant as a reason not to use anesthesia. I spent the entire time tense and came out feeling like I was going to faint. That dentist used white fillings instead of the traditional silver and that replacement soon came about a year later.

When the filling came out again, I asked a friend at work for a recommendation. I’m still at that practice, 16 years later.

Why? Because they listened to me.

When I went in for the filling replacement I got really tense. The doctor noticed and asked why. When I told her, she decided she would tell me everything she was doing – including the anesthesia. She took the time to make sure I was completely numb, and then talked me through the whole process. It wasn’t pleasant, but at least it didn’t hurt.

The next time I had to have one replaced, I didn’t have to explain. It’s in my chart that I was traumatized, and the next dentist that worked on me also talked me through it.

So now I don’t mind going to the dentist. It’s not my favorite place to be, but at least I’m not scared. All because someone took the time to listen.


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Done!

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I did something I’ve never done before over the summer.

I finished a book.

When I first started National Novel Writing Month back in 2006, I produced an unfinished draft. It’s been the same since. But this year I not only finished the draft, but I went through the first revision.

I’ve always thought I’d feel weird about having someone read my work, but a friend has volunteered to be a beta reader, and I don’t feel weird. Maybe she’ll come back and say it isn’t great, but you know what? I’m still OK.

Because I finished a book.


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